Hidden marriage sweet honey: president, super love

Jiang Nuan only heard that someone was buzzing with her all the time. Her head became heavier and heavier, and both sides of the house were as hot as a hot iron burning on her face.

It's so hot

Jiang wenha's breath is like a fire.

Her body is cold, cold fingers have no sense, stiff on the knee.

She felt that she was about to fall.

"Well."

There was a cat like hum in her throat. Jiang Wen couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

The Filipino maid was startled. She turned her head in surprise, looked at the girl in the back seat, and quickly peeked at Fu Yi.

"No, Miss Susan really has a boyfriend? Where are you from? Chinese or local boy of mahali? Why haven't I seen it? "

Fu Yi grabbed the steering wheel and nearly crushed it.

She has a boyfriend?

When did it happen?

There seems to be a nameless fire in his heart, and he can't find a reason to be angry

Mingming had thought about what might happen in the future when she received her message. At that time, she was ready to let her free, let her leave her wrong person and start a new life

But

She started too fast!

Fu Yi took a deep breath, his face was livid, he stepped on the accelerator, and galloped out.

The car suddenly sped out, which scared the Filipino servant to hold on to his seat belt. He regretted asking questions blindly, and didn't dare to persuade him not to be sad in front of Jiang Nuan.

You can only open your mouth and say, "Miss Susan, the local boys in mahali can't do it. If you want me to say, it's better to find Chinese people to find boyfriends. My husband is a Chinese. We all have the same habits and language. Life will be less troublesome. In fact, there are many excellent boys around you. "

Like our husband.

The back seat is very quiet.

As if the other party is not willing to hear these words like, that kind of feeling, as if she likes that boyfriend, so even the words are lazy to answer!

Fu Yi finally couldn't help it.

One brake down.

"Yu!" The tires of the car made a harsh noise, so loud that the Filipino maids changed their faces and screamed in horror.

"Be careful!"

The car stopped before it hit the green belt on the side of the road.

The Filipino maid opened the door and rushed down, squatting beside the flower bed and spat up.

She was scared to death. She was wrong. She would never talk again. Just now she thought she was going to die.

Fu Yi realized that his mood was out of control, and he was too stiff to move. He was afraid that Jiang Nuan in the back seat would notice him.

He never felt how long a second was, but now, every second seemed to be infinitely elongated.

What would she think when she saw him?

Will you be angry? Would you think he didn't mean what he said and secretly follow her? Then they will feel sick, think that he is a pervert, hate him, alienate him, and hide from him like a ghost.

Just thinking about these possibilities, Fu Yi was about to suffocate.

The collar of the sweater seems to be wrapped around his neck. He has difficulty breathing. Unconsciously, he reaches out and pulls on the collar, waiting for God's final judgment.

At this time, the Filipino maid who had vomited enough by the side of the road suddenly looked at the back seat and cried in panic, "Sir, Miss Susan, she seems to have fainted!"

"Bang!"

She didn't know when the door of the driver's seat opened. She saw a shadow whirling open the back door, anxiously picked up the people behind, and the voice was hoarse and said, "warm."