Pampering His Cute Wife

Wan Ying's life is all in his hand. Even if he is as beautiful as a flower, she is not in the mood to appreciate it.

What's more, it's a poisonous poppy used to bewitch people with its appearance!

He finally said, "before I'm tired, you'll be my exclusive slave."

Wan Ying took a deep breath and asked calmly, "if you are tired of it?"

"Ha ha, I will..." He looked back, calm, "kill you."

Wan Ying's heart was cold, and her pupils kept shrinking, staring at him with hatred.

It seems that there is a sense of erasure, a flash.

Feng Luoxuan caught a real one, reached out and pinched the tip of her nose, with a smile, "people all over the world who want to kill me can go around the equator. If I can live to this day, you should understand how stupid it is to act rashly. "

Wan Ying angrily patted him away. "Both are dead. Instead of waiting for you to kill me when you are tired of it, it's better to have a good time now!"

He got up lazily, demon eyes blinked, "maybe, you make me happy, can stay with me all my life ~" facing her stare, he close to her ear, added, "be my slave."

Wan Ying clenched her fists and her little face turned from red to white.

In a flash, he lost his smile. He stretched out his cold index finger and put it on her eyebrow. His tone was indifferent. "Here, I have pasted my brand. If you betray your master, you will pay a thousand times more than death. "

His voice, as if from the remote ancient, continuous, remote, but sharp words, hit every nerve in her brain.

Then he laughed again, bewitched, "congratulations. It's good to be alive, after all. "

Left the so-called "mark", Feng Luoxuan disappeared.

In the bathroom, Wan Ying looked in the mirror and rubbed her forehead red and swollen. She had to wipe the damned "mark" down.

She can't just sit and wait to die. That guy is grumpy and changeable. He will always think about his life when he stays by his side!

In the next room, Feng Xue's high pitched voice called Chuang was soft and charming, accompanied by such cheers as "Jingshan, you're great".

Wan Ying narrowed her eyes and spat in disgust. She didn't want to stay for a second. She opened the door and slammed down the stairs.

In the room, Tao Jingshan, who is working hard on his new wife, excites himself and covers Feng Xue's mouth. "Xueer baby, keep your voice down, the children can hear you!"

Feng Xue opened his hand and glared at him, "no! They are very comfortable. Why don't they call out? "

"Oh, let Wan Ying hear How bad... "

"I don't care!" Feng Xue's hands climbed up his short and thick neck, and his eyes were like silk

Tao Jingshan was enraged by her flattery. He was afraid that the children would hear him. He had already thrown him out of the sky. With a low roar, he sank down again

Wan Ying went downstairs. The light in the living room was a little dim. The moonlight slanted in through the window and fell on someone in the sofa. He was covered with a faint faint light.

She curled her mouth, just want to go back, upstairs and came to seal snow more high pitched call.

"Your mother should sing bel canto." She said sarcastically.

Leng Yuze didn't even lift her eyelids. She was holding a hot coffee in her hand and a document on her leg. She said carelessly, "everyone has the right to pursue love, which is beyond reproach."

"Love?" Wan Ying sat down with a sneer and glared at him, "if my father is not worth more than 100 million, if my father is not the president of Xingyu, will your mother fall in love with him? Love is a joke

Leng Yuze closed the paper and looked up at her. "I'm very surprised to see that uncle Jing regained his happiness and passion. Don't you feel happy for him? Do you have to aim at others like this? "

"If you marry a woman with ulterior motives, you only know how to pour the soul soup on him! There is also a son as smart as a fox waiting for the opportunity. What's so happy for him? "

Leng Yuze smiles quietly and looks back at the document. Wan Ying's hostility is so obvious that it can't be resolved in a few words.

Wan Ying turned her eyes, pursed her lips and asked, "Hey, your little uncle is the guy named Feng Luoxuan. What's his origin? Where are you from? "

"What's that? It's not underworld. " Leng Yuze took a sip of coffee and said faintly, "listen to my mother, he first studied finance, but he dropped out after only one year."

Wan Ying opened her eyes wide, "why?"

Leng Yu Ze frowned and stared at her suspiciously, quietly, "you seem to be very interested in Xuan's things."

Wan Ying drew back and said, "listen to what you mean, you don't know much about him."

Leng Yuze put down his coffee cup, thought about it, and said, "Xuan has been abroad all the time, not much contact with each other. I really don't know what he is doing there."

Thinking about his words, Wan Ying's brain is spinning fast.