Mr.President,Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Last night's torment, ye Shayan's spirit was all worn away.

This night let her really realize, what is the power gap between men and women, want to fight with men, she has no chance of winning at all.

She didn't want to go through that terrible night again. A few more times, she would be crazy.

"Now you know it's wrong? It's late. "

There was no fluctuation in the tone of the canonization, and the tone was cold.

He didn't seem to want to see ye Shayan any more. As soon as he turned, he went to the tea table in front of the sofa.

There is a plate of fruit on the tea table with a fruit knife beside it.

Fengsheng went to the tea table, slightly bent over, with long, bony fingers, and picked up the fruit knife, which was about 15 cm long.

"Canonization, what are you going to do?"

As soon as ye Shayan saw Feng Sheng holding a knife and coming towards her, her long hair was scattered on the bed, like a mad woman, her eyes immediately became mad.

What do you want to be a saint?

Did he want to kill her like he did to Jiang Haifeng?

"Sanctification, you don't mess around! Anyway, we have a classmate, can you let me go? I promise I will never appear in front of you and Luo Yangyang in the future

In the case of Jiang Haifeng's death without a corpse, ye Shayan sees the fruit knife with a cold light in his hands.

The fear that rose from the bottom of her heart spread to all her limbs. The fear spread to her brain and made her crazy.

She doesn't want to die. She's still young. She's not in her thirties. She doesn't want to die like this.

"For the sake of one of my classmates, I've let you go once. This time you have to hit the muzzle of a gun."

Feng Sheng didn't look at Ye Shayan. His cold eyes drooped slightly, playing with the fruit knife in his hand.

Yang Yang has a scar on his shoulder. He has to poke several blood holes in Ye Shayan's body to repay the knife?

Yaquan looked at the fruit knife in Fengsheng's hand, and suddenly understood what Fengsheng wanted to do.

Br: > "don't let him step forward behind the saint's bed."

Feng Sheng's cold eyes lifted, and after a sharp look at Yaquan, he put the fruit knife on Yaquan's outstretched palm.

"What are you going to do? If you kill me, it's against the law. You'll go to jail! "

Ye Shayan looks at the fruit knife that seems to determine her fate, and transfers it from the sacred hand to Yaquan's hand. Instead of reducing his fear, he becomes more intense.

She was afraid that she would die here today. She was afraid that no one would know how she died.

The canonization did not pay any attention to Ye Shayan's shouting.

He didn't even look at her. Wearing a black suit, he retreated to the wall, leaned back slightly and leaned against the wall.

Feng Sheng looks at the front with a cold look in his eyes. His vision falls to the bottom of the bed. Ye Shayan's figure is still not in his field of vision.

When Yaquan took a fruit knife and walked towards Ye Shayan lying on the bed.

Jim, who had been sitting on the bedside table, suddenly got up and walked towards him, looking at the impassive canonization.

"Boss, do you smoke?"

Yaquan took out a cigar from his suit pocket and handed it to the saint.

Feng Sheng's cold eyes turned, glanced at Jim, took the cigar, the thickness of the appropriate sexy lips slightly on a gently contained.

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