Little Wife Is Hard To Please

An Xiaoxiao suddenly woke up.

In this closed space, she was pressed by a strange man. Helplessness and fear seemed to turn into a stormy wave and vowed to drown her.

"Help me... Dad, help me..."

At this moment, what an Xiaoxiao shouted was his father.

This is a manifestation of instinct.

She had no mother since childhood. Every time she was in danger, she subconsciously shouted her father.

But Dad never showed up.

An Xiaoxiao was really afraid. Her anxious tears came out, "help..."

President he held an Xiaoxiao's wrist tightly with both hands and smiled, "it's useless, little baby, you don't know. Your father has given you to me, and I gave him 50 million! You're really valuable, but it's also worth it. Who makes you look so good? Come on, have fun with me!"

"..." an Xiaoxiao couldn't believe it.

Dad gave her to this man?

No, to be exact, it's for sale.

Dad sold her.

An Xiaoxiao knows that his father doesn't like himself and is not good to himself.

Although an Xiaoxiao is sad, he still hopes they can go back to the past.

In her heart, an Qingshan is her father, which is a blood and ethical implication. Blood is thicker than water.

But at this moment, her heart died.

Dad

Are you really so cruel, really so... Disgusted with me?

An Xiaoxiao closed her eyes in despair, and even her struggle stopped.

Even his own father doesn't want him. This sadness makes an Xiaoxiao want to give up.

Seeing that an Xiaoxiao was honest, Mr. he loosened an Xiaoxiao's wrist, stretched his fat claw to an Xiaoxiao's clothes and untied the first button on his coat.

"Baby, don't worry. I'll hurt you." He always smiled obscene and rushed at an Xiaoxiao.

"Bang!"

A huge voice suddenly sounded from the side.

He always pounced on the past, and he suddenly turned around

At that moment, he felt he saw Satan.

This suite was shrouded in a layer of death.

He Zong took a breath and watched the Satan demon king in hell come to him with bloodthirsty murderous breath.

He seemed to foresee his own death.

"Bang!"

Again.

This is the sound of he always being pulled to the ground and falling out.

Then, he Zong's wail sounded with a burst of boxing and kicking.

Zhan lengrui bends over, picks up an Xiaoxiao on the bed and strides out.

When I crossed the bodyguard, I only left a low and cold order, "fight to death."

"Yes!" The five bodyguards brought by Zhan lengrui responded in unison.

Zhan lengrui no longer looks at he Zong, but takes an Xiaoxiao away in he Zong's shrill wail.

Holding an Xiaoxiao, he went all the way to the top floor, his exclusive top presidential suite, and went straight to the bathroom.

The little thing's body is full of the man's disgusting smell. She must hate it herself.

He wants to wash her.

But

"It's hot... I'm so uncomfortable..." an Xiaoxiao's red mouth was slightly open, and every word he spit out was gasping with tenderness.

At the moment, what sadness and despair have been replaced by the dryness and emptiness in the body.

Her consciousness has been completely dragged away by bath hope.

An Xiaoxiao's weak boneless hand covered Zhan lengrui's shoulder and moved upward bit by bit, with charming strength.

Zhan lengrui's body became stiff in an instant.