Mafia King's Adorkable Bride

"Why is God so unfair that two people in love are separated by Yin and Yang." night ran Xi murmured.

Night ran Xi stood outside the door, shivered by the cold wind, then shrunk and turned back to his room to rest!

Third floor.

After washing himself, Lord Yeming carefully lay in bed.

Affectionate eyes looked at Ann's warm cheeks.

"Warm, we sleep together, but we must wake up together tomorrow morning." Yeming said in a deep voice.

Then he kissed Ann's warm cheek, held her hand and went to sleep.

A good night's dream.

The next morning.

At the moment, Yeming's bedroom is so quiet.

On Nuo Da's bed, Ann xiaonuan kept shaking. Their heads kept shaking, but they couldn't shake the frightening picture. They approached her and approached again.

They stretched out their pale hands around her, and the circle became smaller and smaller... "Go away!" she bounced up from the bed and responded to her by the clock ticking on the wall. After touching his head, he found that he was already in a cold sweat. "How... Didn't they all disappear?" she asked herself in a trembling voice.

"Warm." Yeming shouted anxiously.

An xiaonuan turns around and sees a familiar mask and a familiar person.

"It was a dream," Ann whispered.

"Warm, how are you feeling? Are you feeling sick? Are you hungry?" Lord Yeming asked again and again.

An xiaonuan looked at Yeming Jue and suddenly felt a sense of recovery.

That night, when she was asked to throw it down, she had only one idea in her mind.

I will never see uncle again. I pray Lord Yeming to come and save himself quickly.

"I'm not hungry yet," Ann whispered.

"This kind of thing will never happen again in the future. I will check it myself." Lord Yeming said in a deep voice.

An xiaonuan heard it and looked up at Yeming.

"Don't check it. Zhou Yuqing deliberately instructed Wang Liang to do it." an xiaonuan said.

"Warm, you don't have to worry about it. Uncle will deal with it." Yeming Jue said softly.

"OK." Ann xiaonuan said a little lost.

Dong Dong Dong

Dong Dong Dong

"What's up?" Yeming asked coldly.

"Sir, there is a girl outside looking for his wife. She says she is her friend. Her name is Ruan Qingwei." Kimber said respectfully.

"Qingwei, let her in quickly." Ann xiaonuan said happily.

"Yes, madam," Kimber said respectfully.

With that, an xiaonuan stood up and ran to the door.

But as soon as he got out of bed, he was put in bed by Lord Yeming.

"You are still ill and can't get out of bed. I let her come in with you." Yeming Jue said softly.

"All right," Ann said with a flat mouth.

Then Yeming went out and went to the living room. When he went to the living room, he saw Ruan Qingwei sitting on the sofa.

"Warm in the bedroom, you go to the bedroom to accompany her." Yeming Jue suddenly said.

Lord Yeming knows that an xiaonuan likes Ruan Qingwei very much, so he allows Ruan Qingwei to enter his bedroom with an xiaonuan.

"Thank you," said Ruan Qingwei.

Although Ruan Qingwei is careless, she also looks like a man and a woman in front of outsiders.

However, in front of Lord Yeming, Ruan Qingwei always panicked and was a little afraid when she saw Lord Yeming.

Ruan Qingwei ran to the third floor as if she had been chased by a ghost.

Jingling bell

Jingling bell

"Hello." Yeming said coldly.

I don't know what the people on the other side of the mobile phone said. The temperature around Yeming Jue suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Kimber, who had followed him, couldn't help but step back, and his face was tense.

"I see, you send it to my mailbox, and you still have three hours before the bankruptcy of Zhou group." Yeming said coldly.

"Yes, sir," said yeyi respectfully.

Yeming hung up the phone and turned to the study.

In the bedroom on the third floor.

"Wow, Ann xiaonuan, you are really blessed. Although you were born in a rich family, you don't live a rich life. Now you really make money by marrying such a rich husband." Ruan Qingwei danced.

An xiaonuan looked at Ruan Qingwei silently, starting as soon as she entered the door.

Ruan Qingwei began to talk to her all the time.

"Xiao Nuan, what does your uncle do?" Ruan Qingwei asked.

"He has a company, but I don't know its name. I went there once and went in from the back," an xiaonuan said.

"Wow, I wish I had so much money that I could be so high-end and classy all night," Ruan Qingwei said.

"Don't you have money at home?" an xiaonuan asked.

"It's true to say so, but it's nothing compared with here." Ruan Qingwei said.

An xiaonuan has an unspeakable feeling when he hears this.

"By the way, where is your cloakroom?" Ruan Qingwei asked excitedly.

"It's next door. It's just when the door opens." an xiaonuan said.

Originally, an xiaonuan's cloakroom was on the fourth floor. An xiaonuan complained to Lord Yeming that he had to run up and down to change clothes every day.

Then Lord Yeming, our favorite wife, changed the cloakroom next door.

And in their bedroom, there is a door, open, you can go directly into the cloakroom to change clothes.

Ruan Qingwei opened the door and went in. When she saw everything inside, she was stunned.

"My God, Chanel, Dior, Versace, LV, Hermes, Donna Karan, Valentino galavani, Cartier, Tiffany, baoshilong, yumuben and pomeret." Ruan Qingwei read one by one.

This includes clothes, shoes, bags and jewelry.

How a woman sees such a cloakroom, no one will be crazy, because no one doesn't want it.

Ruan Qingwei ran to an xiaonuan with a look of shock on her face.

"Warm, your uncle bought these brands for you?" Ruan Qingwei asked.

"HMM." Ann nodded.

"My God, you don't know. There are almost everything in it, and there are cosmetics. They are all brands, such as Guerlain, Lancome, Clarins, Elizabeth Arden, orenzo, Estee Lauder, Clinique, Shiseido, Dior and Chanel." Ruan Qingwei asked.

Ruan Qingwei doesn't know anything else, but she knows everything about these luxuries.

Because she reads these magazines every day. Although she can afford it, when will she save so much money.

"But I'm useless." an xiaonuan asked.

"Ah, why?" Ruan Qingwei asked with a confused face.

When an xiaonuan heard this, he bowed his head and held the quilt awkwardly with his small hands. There was a trace of worry on his face.