Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

Adaptability is one of the most incredible and even wonderful abilities of human beings.

At the last moment, human beings may still be in hell. Life is better than death. At the next moment, they can comfort themselves. In fact, they are not the worst one in the world. They can still live and have the cheek to live.

Not for anything else, just for herself, for the burning emotion at the bottom of her heart that hurt her even with her eyes closed.

She hates an Jinmu!

If she can't die this time, if she can get out of here!

She wants revenge, she must revenge!

Thinking so, she easily got the will to live.

It took only an hour for Anjing to adjust her mood. An hour later, the nanny brought breakfast, as if she was worried about her mood and behaved very carefully.

She glanced at the dishes in the tray, including vegetables, bread, meat, eggs and milk, and even fresh salmon. It was not only full of color, smell and nutrition.

Even though she was so tired that she raised her hands a little sour, she still supported her fragmented body and hurried down the tasteless breakfast.

She didn't know where it was and didn't want to know, but after the nanny left, she went to the door and tried to leave the room, but failed.

She was still imprisoned, but her master was in a good mood and gave her such a luxurious room.

Anjing bank opened the wardrobe, glanced at the expensive Italian handmade suits inside, and smiled coldly.

The color of the room is cold and hard, and the clothes, food, housing and transportation are all arranged according to men's preferences. She quickly learned everything here in this space 24 hours a day.

She didn't want to think about the memories of last night, but every time she thought about them, she hated an Jinmu even more. The burning hatred even made her almost forget that the man who was pressing on her at that time was also one of the accomplices.

After dinner, she thought that what happened last night would happen tonight. In her opinion, she was probably sold to a tycoon who likes virgins by an Jinmu

Although she was not a real daughter, she had heard a lot of such things at home, but at that time, she never thought that an Jinmu would make such an idea on herself.

However, this time, she waited for a long time. No one came to the room. The hour hand gradually pointed to eleven o'clock. But no one is coming. Sleepiness gradually strikes, but she doesn't allow herself to fall asleep. She doesn't allow herself to be violated in an unprotected state. This time, even if she is strong, she has to see who the man who is pressing herself is!

However, this time, Anjing was destined to be disappointed.

At twelve o'clock, the nanny came in and informed her that Mr. will not come tonight and that miss can rest.

The nurse's attitude was very respectful, but she couldn't help laughing at the corners of her mouth.

She knows herself very well. The other party is likely to be a married woman. She is just a seasoning when she is bored, so she can't come every day, can she?

In this way, she can at least rest assured to sleep. Although her sleep will never be stable, it is always better than not sleeping.

I don't know whether the strong hatred for an Jinmu has occupied almost all the thoughts in her brain. As soon as she fell asleep, her mind was filled with earth shaking an Jinmu's face, ugly, smirking, indifferent, sarcastic... Complacent.

Anjingxing slept very uneasily, while Tang qianrong, who was jet lagged in Switzerland, couldn't sleep well. He sat on the plane for more than ten hours. In addition, he didn't sleep well last night. There were obvious black marks on Tang qianrong's eyelids. After handling the last document, Tang qianrong rubbed his eyebrows and arranged the sorted documents on his desk. Then he entered the bathroom.

After taking a bath, he went back to bed. Normally, at this time, he should have gone to sleep. However, this time, what came to his mind was the girl under him last night

Madman?

His eyes opened slightly, but his eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily. Tang qianrong looked at the carved ceiling for a long time. His hand on his forehead could not help tightening for a long time

When the fist loosened, Tang qianrong himself also entered a deep sleep