Mr.President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

It was a man's arm. The skin of the arm was wheat. There was even a scar on the arm.

Wen Cheng's heart beat wildly.

How could she sleep with a strange man? What the hell is going on?

Wen Cheng couldn't help her heart beating wildly. She whispered.

He pushed the arm away and sat up abruptly.

Disturbed by the sleep of men, some impatient slowly open their eyes.

He a pair of Phoenix eyes, cold sweep to Wen orange.

"What are you barking about? Take the money and get out of here. "

After that, he sat up, grabbed his clothes, took out a check from his pocket and wrote the amount of 500000.

Then, he signed his name, tore down the check, mercilessly threw the check to Wen orange.

Warm orange body, gently shudder.

Then I realized that she was naked.

Her eyes were full of horror, she pulled a sheet and wrapped her body tightly.

She didn't look at the check or at the man.

She got out of bed wrapped in sheets and went to the bathroom with her clothes in her arms.

Close the bathroom door, warm orange heart.

In my mind, there is always a voice echoing.

Wencheng, your innocence is destroyed.

There's no chance between you and brother Jiang.

Wen Cheng was in agony. She fell to the ground, her cheeks buried in her knees, sobbing in pain.

What to do? What should she do?

Between her and brother Jiang, it's completely over.

She no longer qualified, like brother Jiang?

Her body is dirty. Can't she hope for brother Jiang any more?

Wen orange thinks so, feel, in the heart a burst of despair.

Although she was crying, she did not dare to cry aloud.

The man outside is not easy to provoke.

If she provoked that man, she would not be able to withdraw completely.

So, Wen orange biting the lip, weeping in a low voice, the voice, like a cat.

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Fu Ling looks strangely at Wen Cheng who rushes into the bathroom. This woman is really strange.

I didn't give her money. How could I hide in the bathroom and cry secretly?

Is this pretending to be pure with him, deliberately playing hard to get with him?

Fu Ling couldn't help laughing.

There are so many kinds of women nowadays.

The woman must have thought that the 500000 he had just given was too little, so she was asking him for more money.

Fu Ling's eyes flashed a little disgusted.

As long as I knew, he wouldn't let his subordinates find any women to defeat him.

Last night, if he didn't feel ashamed and didn't go to the hospital, he wouldn't have found a woman and had a one night stand.

Everyone says that Fu Ling, the president's son, is a flower lover.

However, these rumors are almost superficial.

Fu Ling seldom gets involved with these women. Last night, I had a social intercourse. I don't know who took the medicine, so I had to ask the people below to find a woman.

Fu Ling was a little annoyed and scratched his hair.

He swore in a low voice, pulled the quilt and covered himself. He didn't want to pay any attention to the man who was hiding in the bathroom crying.

But don't want to, he just lay down, thigh there, suddenly touched a wet place.

Fu Ling frowned. He lifted the quilt and looked there.

But don't want to, a bright color of blood, into his sight.

Fu Ling's pupils shrink. He quickly opens the quilt and checks himself.