Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

"How can I cooperate with you?" Wang Jiaying obviously misunderstood.

She felt that this was a signal for mu sifan to accept her.

"Is your preference the same as before?" she asked vaguely.

At this time, mu sifan had pulled her and ran into the room.

Seeing the rose petals on the bed, mu sifan's heart would melt.

This is what Cheng Yi prepared for me.

This was prepared by that cold smelly woman Cheng Yi.

What was her mood when she put this heart shape.

Perhaps frown, unwilling to do, unwilling to do, perhaps do make complaints about yourself.

Mu sifan stared at the heart shape on the bed, and waves of upsurge sprang up in his heart.

I almost imagined that when I threw her down, the rose bounced up from her ear and fell on her white skin

He smiled with satisfaction.

"What's the matter?" Wang Jiaying looked at the roses and saw mu sifan stop. She remembered that mu sifan didn't like these and quickly said, "Gee, Ryan, the play is too much. I shook the sheets..."

"Don't move!" musfan grabbed her anxiously.

Pulling too fast, Wang Jiaying fell into his arms.

"You didn't like these before. You thought the rose petals were dirty." Wang Jiaying stroked his suit collar and said softly.

Mu sifan glanced at the room. It was clear that there was no place for Tibetans except the cloakroom.

Cheng Yi is likely to hide in the cloakroom.

This is the rose that my wife spread for me. It's her who lies on it. She doesn't feel dirty. What do you dislike.

He glared at Wang Jiaying.

Of course, you can't waste your wife's kindness.

Wang Jiaying could feel the coldness in his eyes and didn't dare to stick it on him. She was a little far away from him.

"We'll come back later. Let's go to the restaurant and see what's delicious." musfan took her hand and pulled her out of the bedroom.

He said it very loudly as he passed the cloakroom.

Cheng Yi was inside, already trembling with anger, and her silver teeth were about to break.

Adulterer, * *.

You! Too much!

What did the woman say?

Is my rose dirty?

Come on, you're dirty!

I have to go to the restaurant and hold my man. It's not enough. I have to drink my wine and eat the cake I made myself?

That's unreasonable. If you can bear it, it's still human?

Mu sifan went to the restaurant and saw the red wine on the table. He picked up the wine maker, shook it and said, "this wine is just right."

I was secretly laughing. It was Cheng Yi, no doubt.

Smelly wife, celebrate my birthday. Even wine is what you like. Can't you choose what I like?

The pear vortex of Mu sifan is deeply embedded in the skin.

"I'll pour you wine?" Wang Jiaying asked, trying to connect the decanter.

Mu sifan shook falsely, put the decanter back in place and said, "this wine is too bad. It's not as good as the one you brought."

what?

Cheng Yi hides in the dark and hates her teeth.

This wine is too bad. It's better for this woman to bring it. Why don't you even change your wife? The old one is not as good as the new one.

Shameless.

After saying this, mu sifan glanced at the door. He wanted to see if Cheng Yi had secretly followed him.

How can Cheng Yi let him find out.

If Mu sifan could find himself as soon as he turned around, he would have lived in vain in the past three years.

She was conscious and shrank.

Mu sifan is disappointed. He hasn't come yet.

"Eh, there's a cake here." Wang Jiaying opened the oven, looked at the cake inside and said with a smile, "what's this? It's made by children. It's too ugly."

Mu sifan looked sideways and smiled more.

At first glance, Cheng Yi made it for him. She cooked Chinese food well, Western food well, and Chinese cakes very well, except Western food

Because West Point basically doesn't need a knife, and those scrapers can't kill people. For her, she doesn't have to spend time thinking about learning useless things.

Mu sifan thought to himself: ugly fart, this is the best and favorite birthday cake he has seen in his life. You know fart, your eyes are pasted by cow dung.

Of course, these are all thoughts.

He said, "well, I also think Ryan is so bad at being a man that he can put a good-looking cake in my room. It's disgusting."

Cheng Yi sticks her back to the wall. The cold wall doesn't weaken her anger.

She wanted to kill and killed the dog man and woman.

"Yes, it's so ugly. I don't want to eat it. Sifan, why don't you eat the one I brought?" Miss Wang said thoughtfully, "I'll cut you a cake?"

"No," said Mu sifan, "I don't want to eat cake. What I want to eat is close at hand."

He took advantage of the situation and put his arm around Miss Wang.

I thought to myself: Cheng Yi, if you don't jump out in a hurry, I'm not as good as that bastard Qi Haoran

In order to do enough tricks, he gradually approached Miss Wang's lips.

Miss Wang had closed her eyes with shame and looked like she was being ravaged by the monarch.

Mu sifan has been observing the situation outside the door with one eye open and one eye closed. As soon as Cheng Yi shows up, he will kick Wang Jiaying away.

I pray in my heart, wife, please, come out.

Still didn't wait, his lips were close to Wang Jiaying's lips.

Mu sifan didn't look at it at all. Both eyes looked away.

It was not until his lips touched some cold object that he suddenly regained his mind!

A sharp Western food knife with a terrible cold light sealed his lips with Wang Jiaying.

Wang Jiaying opened her eyes and was startled.

When did you have a beautiful woman?

Did Ryan prepare for it without telling himself?

"If you don't let her go, do you want to die?"

Cheng Yi angrily stares at mu sifan and pulls him away from Miss Wang with the greatest strength in her life.

Mu sifan was very excited.

He can't wait to laugh.

But you have to be elegant. There are outsiders here.

He was grabbed by Cheng Yi, squinting at the knife in Cheng Yi's hand and said, "don't play with the knife, in case you hurt..."

Cheng YILENG hum, the knife turned twice on her slender fingertips. Without looking, she threw the knife in the direction of Wang Jiaying.

Wang Jiaying screamed and squatted down.

She squatted there, still shaking, her face as white as a Geisha.

The knife slammed into the wall behind the dining table, and the handle shook a few times.

"Are you here?" Mu sifan pretended to be a fool and smiled at Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi stretched out her hand and pinched him around the waist. She said angrily, "you really deserve it."

Musfan wanted to hold her to explain.

He's really flustered. Cheng Yi's eyes are a fire to kill.

People's wives are jealous. They cry two times and hang three times at most. My wife is jealous, so

Mu sifan straightened her back and walked towards Wang Jiaying, with goose bumps all over her.

Although Wang Jiaying is a bit vain, greedy for money and lust, she won't die miserably.

He took two steps to catch Cheng Yi, but she threw him away.

Mu sifan wanted to say something. Cheng Yi put his fingertips against his lips and stared at him fiercely. His slender index finger swung left and right, and then scratched on his neck.

Musfan shivered and froze there.