Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

What Feng Xun loves is never her skin bag. How can she be confused by a fake cosmetic?

Pedro watched her glare angrily at herself for a moment, then shake her head to deny it again and again. She only felt that the grievances she had suffered recently in front of her had finally been released.

Look, this is the man for whom she insists, and that's all

Look, how much this man seems to care about her, but after seeing a woman like her, he went away with ecstasy

Look, this so-called true love, in fact, love is just a skin!

Pedro looked at the more and more pale face on the seventh day of the summer, sighed, shook his head and said: "don't blame me for using such a cruel way to help you recognize Feng Xun... He is not worth your protection for him, let alone all your feelings!"

After he said this, he watched the seventh day of the early summer bite his lower lip, even the blood overflowed out, but he didn't feel it. His face suddenly changed, he reached out to hold her chin, and said in a surprised and angry way: "is Feng Xun disappointing you, and you torture yourself like this?"

He held her jaw so tightly that he finally made her loose.

"Don't pretend to be a good man, Pedro. Do you think I'll give up Feng Xun and turn to you?"

The seventh day of the summer looked at him coldly and said firmly, "you look down on me! Pedro, I'll tell you, I'll never fall in love with you, and I'll never fall in love with you

"You --" Pedro didn't expect that she was so sure. He was so angry that he wanted to bite her hard and mark his mark on her. However, he gave up when he looked at her cold eyes and the sharp blood on her lips.

He knew that now she suffered a lot of stimulation, if he had to come hard, maybe she would really bite her tongue in front of him!

Pedro took a deep breath and said patiently, "don't say anything until the end of the world. Forever... I'll show you that I'm more worthy of your support than Feng Xun!"

When he said that, he snapped his fingers. The door on the terrace was unlocked and the woman with short hair, Lacey, appeared in front of him.

"Lacey, take her back to her room!" Pedro gave a light command, and Lacey nodded yes.

On the seventh day of the summer, Leslie forced her back to her room, leaving Pedro alone on the terrace.

The French song is still playing on the old vinyl record, which sounds very secluded in this dark night.

"No, I don't regret it at all

No, I have nothing to regret

No matter who is kind to me,

It's still not good,

No, I don't regret it at all

No, I have nothing to regret

Because of my life, my happiness

From today on, I will start again with you

He likes this French song very much and wants to express his sincerity with the seventh day of the summer through this song, but he just gets her disdain

Just like this well prepared candlelight dinner, everything was supposed to be a celebration banquet, but in the end, it only got the curse of the seventh day of summer!

Even if she has seen Feng Xun leave with other women!

Pedro picked up his glass, drank the last sip of red wine, looked at the bunch of roses on the table, and the candle fluttering in the wind. A dark light flashed in his eyes and suddenly smashed the glass to the ground.

No matter what the outcome, he will not regret what he has done!

Pedro thought of this and suddenly got up and left the terrace.

"Boss, the car is ready. When will it start?" One of Pedro's men, seeing Pedro coming down from the terrace on the top floor, came forward and asked respectfully.

"Don't go out, go, bring me two bottles of vodka and find me two women!" Said Pedro, with a cold face, waving his hand.

"Yes The man was stunned. Seeing Pedro's bad look, he didn't dare to ask why Pedro changed his mind. He only asked cautiously, "boss, what kind of woman do you want? Is it blonde or wheat skin... "

"None of them!" Before he could finish, Pedro interrupted him and said in a deep voice, "call me all the women who were chosen to imitate the seventh day of summer and send them to my room!"

"All called?" The man was a little surprised for a moment. What's the matter with the boss? If there is a master who doesn't want them, how can he want those imitations?

"Not yet!" Pedro roared, and the man responded quickly, and immediately turned to do as Pedro told him.

Within a moment, the pretty women, who were about the same age as the seventh day of the summer, were sent to Pedro's room with two bottles of vodka.

"What are you doing there? Pour me the wine Said Pedro, frowning, as he saw them standing where they were, with their heads bowed and timid.

The women looked at each other, and the bravest of them took the lead, picked up the glass and poured a vodka for Pedro.

Pedro drank all the vodka in one breath, but still felt a flame in his heart. He said coldly, "you are standing here. Do you want me to help you undress myself?"

The women trembled, but did not dare to disobey Pedro's orders and untied their buttons.

And the woman who helped Pedro pour wine directly said to Pedro, "Pedro, I'll give you a massage. I've learned the authentic massage technique!"

Pedro gave a slight reply.

The woman quickly stood behind Pedro and began to press his shoulders. Some of the other women who had taken off their clothes were crawling at his feet, and some of them took the initiative to help him undress. Only one woman was left and did not dare to step forward.

"You, come here --" Pedro said in a deep voice, pointing to the only woman who did not dare to step forward.

The woman, who had never dared to take off her underwear, trembled with fear when she heard Pedro calling herself. She held her breath and came forward. She did not even dare to look up into Pedro's eyes.

Pedro raised her chin and forced her to look at herself, but saw that her face was flustered, her eyes were covered with tears, and she frowned, as if afraid, as if wronged.

"What? I'm sorry to let you serve me? " Pedro sneered.

"I dare not..." she said with trembling lips.

Pedro snorted coldly. The woman didn't take off all her clothes at his command. He thought she was bloody, but he didn't think she was just a coward

That pitiful appearance, if placed in front of other men, may have some pity, but he never pity women!