Diamond Wedding: Exclusive possession of mystery wife

She put her hands around his neck and her clear eyes on his purple eyes.

"Is the company busy today?"

He would never be in his study at this point in ordinary times, but it's unusual today.

Just after bathing, her delicate little face was powdered, and the faint fragrance lingered in her nose. His eyes became more and more profound.

"Nothing."

"Are you sure?" Jane picked her lips.

With that, she reached for the mobile phone on the table, entered her birthday, and then clicked on the mobile phone a few times.

"Would you like to explain what this is?"

The picture popped up on the mobile phone is that He Lian took people to JK international today. There are a series of reports below.

The title is JK international suspected of using radiation jewelry.

Quan Jingwu's eyes sank, reached for his mobile phone, turned it off and threw it back on the table.

"Don't worry, it will be solved tomorrow."

Jane Qing hooked her lips. "I'm not worried about this."

She knows her little scene is very powerful. Such a small thing can't help him at all.

"Are you worried about me?"

He pinched her tender cheek and smiled wildly.

"Just downstairs, you didn't answer me. You said I was your male god, huh?"

Jane was speechless and wanted to catch a pregnant woman who was sleeping soundly and beat her up.

"I didn't say that."

"Then who is your male god, huh?"

It's obvious that men are more interested in this matter.

"Speak as you speak. Don't get so close to me."

The man bullied and approached her, and the domineering male hormone attacked her.

Jianqing put her hand on his shoulder and moved forward without trace, looking for the best chance to escape.

"Darling, don't change the subject."

"It's you, it's you, it's you, all right." Jane closed her eyes and shouted.

Quan Jingwu smiled with satisfaction, his eyes touched the delicate red lips, and two clusters of flames jumped up at the bottom of his eyes.

The iron arm he held around her waist tightened, and the thin lip accurately and undoubtedly lifted the red lip.

"Xiaojing..."

Aware of the changes in him, Jane Qing's ears turned red.

"Good, concentrate."

He clasped his big hand on the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

If you can't struggle, you have to sink with it.

The man's attack was too fierce, and Jianqing was only dizzy with kisses.

A moment later, she lay on his chest, her eyes were covered with light water mist, her cheeks were flushed with rouge, and her exquisite little face looked more charming and provocative.

It's clearly about business. How did it turn out like this?

Depressed.

Quan Jingwu raised his hand and stroked her long dry hair. The corners of his lips raised gently, "go back to the room and blow your hair."

"Wait."

Jane Qing took his hand and looked up at him.

"There's something I want to talk to you about."

"Huh?" he looked at her suspiciously.

"How about the cooperation between JK international and March?" a faint smile appeared on her face, and her eyes were shining with self-confidence.

"Jewelry?"

"That's right," she nodded.

Although the main part of the March flag is clothing, jewelry is also quite famous.

Today, it is clear that someone wants to slander JK International's reputation. Why not take this opportunity to severely teach the people behind the scenes, improve JK International's reputation by the way, and annoy those mean people behind the scenes.

Quan Jingwu smiled, "what do you want to do?"

"Cooperation. Let's talk about it first. I won't interfere. Just talk about it yourself." Jian Qing said.

He smiled knowingly and his handsome face approached her.

The tips of their noses are opposite, and their breathing is intertwined with each other.

"If my wife thinks so much of me, I have to repay her."

"No, it's not necessary." Jane Qing leaned back. "It's not necessary to repay."

"Don't be so polite. You'll like this reward."

Before the words fell, he got up with her and walked out.

"Really not, you..."

Before the words of rejection were finished, the swing door blocked the beautiful scenery in the bedroom.

……

On the other side of the ocean, there are still people tossing and turning.

Daisy came out of the kitchen with a glass of water and looked at the man standing in front of the French window.

"Kahn, have a glass of water."

The man turned around, glanced at the water cup in her hand and didn't take it.

"Daisy, I'm here today to talk to you about something."

As soon as he spoke, Daisy had a bad feeling in her heart.

"From now on, if there are no special things, we won't contact." Strauss Kahn said indifferently.

"Touch -"

Daisy turned pale and the glass slipped from her hand.

The glass fell on the ground and splashed with glass slag.

"Kahn, you..."

Strauss Kahn glanced at the glass residue on the ground and said calmly, "I take care of you these days because you are unaccompanied here, and for the sake of our previous relationship, I want to protect people all my life, so..."

"Stop talking."

The two lines burst into tears. Daisy covered her ears and her voice was sad.

"Daisy, this house will be my gift to you. I won't come back in the future. Take good care of yourself."

Then Strauss Kahn turned to the door without attachment.

"Don't go, please don't go."

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded, and Daisy hugged him from behind.

Strauss Kahn looked down at the hand around his waist. He pulled her apart indifferently, and then turned to look at her.

"Daisy, some feelings are broken, and you will have your own happiness in the future."

"Are you going to find her?" Daisy looked at him with tears on her face. She was already feminine, and the tearful appearance of pear flowers was even more pitiful.

"Well, I've lost her for too long," Strauss Kahn admitted.

Daisy felt jealous at the bottom of her heart, and her face still showed a wronged and sad expression.

She raised her hand to wipe her tears and pretended to be strong. "Kahn, I see, but before you go, can you promise me one more thing?"

Kahn, "what's up?"

"You turn around first," Daisy said.

Strauss Kahn looked at her and finally turned around.

Daisy looked at his tall back, took a deep breath, raised her hand and zipped down her skirt.

She let go and the dress slipped off her shoulder.

"You can turn around."

Strauss Kahn turned and Jun's face suddenly sank.

He turned around and said in a gloomy voice, "Daisy, what are you doing?"

Daisy looked down at her delicate body and hugged him. "Kahn, for the last time, okay?"