Proud Wife Comes To My Arms

I'm not such a casual man.

at this time, the light in the president's office is still on.

In front of the desk, Lin Yao pinches his eyebrows, loosens his tie, closes his eyes and leans back in the chair. I didn't expect that these years, Lin's scenery on the surface is actually empty inside.

Suddenly, someone knocked at the door.

Assistant Xiao Liu came in: "Mr. Lin, your wife has drunk too much in the bar. Would you like to go and have a look?"

"Wife?" Lin Yao swallows his saliva, forgetting that he got his license today and has a wife.

"No, it's none of my business what she likes."

"But she's your wife."

Lin Yao raised his head and locked his bottomless eyes like a deep pool. He narrowed slightly: "Liu Dongdong, since you are my assistant, I hope you can be loyal to me from now on, or you can leave at any time."

Liu Dongdong a shock, whispered reply: "I understand."

"It's nothing. You can get off work first."

Lin Yao put his slender fingers on the table, beating the rhythm up and down. He couldn't see the emotion in his dark eyes. After a while, he gasped, stood up, put his clothes on his arm, and said to himself, "I'll pass by that place when I get home. I'll go and have a look by the way."

In the dim night, Lin Yao drove through the colorful lights and soon arrived at the bar mentioned by Liu Dongdong.

Before the door was opened, heavy metal music mixed with dim orange lights lengthened people's shadow, and everyone was hidden in the ambiguous light and shadow.

As he walked, Lin Yao thought that if she was my wife and dared to come to such a place, I would break her leg.

In a quiet corner under the stage, a group of dignified men surrounded a slender woman with long hair. She is particularly eye-catching, wearing a Chanel Black Skirt, outlining a delicate curve, straight legs, pretty white, looking like milk, like tofu.

The black rose tattoo on the right side of the thigh seems to be pasted on, as if to cover the tooth marks on it.

Lin Yao's mouth is crooked to one side. Don't think about it. It must be his masterpiece.

The next second, he was dazzled by stars, his face was black, and rushed up to hold a man's wrist.

"Where are you going to put your hands?"

That man wants to shake off his hand, shake off a few times Leng is not shake off, can only stem neck: "can you manage?"

"This is my wife."

With that, Lin Yao suddenly wanted to smack himself.

"I thought I'd sell it for so little."

Lin Yao's eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously, adding a little bit of strength to his hands.

The man immediately howled: "pain --"

"if his hand is not honest, he has to abandon it."

Lin Yao's face was expressionless, but the air around him seemed to be frozen and cold to the bone.

The man's voice is a little trembling: "what are you looking at? Come and help!"

As soon as the voice fell, he rolled out like a ball and knocked down the other men who wanted to help.

Lin Yao scanned them and snorted scornfully. He raised his hand and pulled the collar, took off the watch and put it on the table. He asked faintly, "one by one, or together?"

Another whispered, "he seems to be Lin Yao."

"The new president of the Lin family?"

"Yes, it should be him. It looks like the picture on the news."

"What's the matter? He came to provoke us first."

"Let's go. We all have business relations with them. Don't turn our business back."

…

Lin Yao looked back at Jiang You: "the painting is like a ghost."

Jiang youyou suddenly sat up: "Lin Yao, you son of a bitch!"

Lin Yao was startled and said calmly, "it's a coincidence that you're here to drink, too."

A few seconds later, he saw Jiang youyou back on the table, his face muscles pumping. Finally, he took a look around to make sure that he didn't know anyone before carefully driving her away.

In the dead of night, the trees are whirling. When Lin Yaogang wants to let go, Jiang youyou falls into his arms, and the strong smell of wine comes.

How much wine did you drink? I don't know that I was drunk Why don't you have such a long memory?

Forget it, send Buddha to the west, or send her home.

Lin Yao shoved her into the car and fastened her seat belt. When he saw that her long legs were exposed outside, he rushed to the top of his head and smashed his coat on her. Finally, he felt that it was not right. After thinking about it, he covered her tightly.

He was sitting in the car, touching the steering wheel with his hand and beating the steering wheel with his fingers. Finally, he dialed the assistant's phone: "Xiao Liu, where is Jiang youyou's home?"

Liu Dongdong was stunned. Then he pressed his brow and tried not to smile. He opened his mouth and said, "I don't know.""You really don't know or you don't know."

"Mr. Lin, why do you ask? Did you go to pick up your wife?"

"I I didn't

Lin yaopa hung up the phone, leaned back and stared at Jiang You thoughtfully. She sleeps sweetly. She is as innocent as a newborn baby. Her long eyelashes cover her face like a small fan. Occasionally she shakes slightly and her mouth smashes twice. It seems that she is eating something delicious in her dream.

He chuckled a little and reached out to touch her face. "I'm pretty clever when I'm asleep."

Jiang youyou suddenly scolded: "son of a bitch, my chest is not small!"

Lin Yao glanced at her with great interest, with a trace of teasing in his eyes. Dead girl mouth hard, chest small also don't admit.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a villa and he went up to the second floor with Jiang you in his arms. Maybe it was a little cold. She held his arm and didn't let go. When Lin Yaogang wanted to put her on the bed, she held him in her arms and began to cry bitterly, crying and arguing for a drink.

"Believe it or not, if you drink again, I'll throw you out."

Lin Yao threatened, but instead of stopping crying, her voice became louder and louder, as if she could lift the roof. He had to cover her with a quilt to lower the volume.

But it was the first time that he saw a girl crying like this. Her eyebrows, eyes and nose were all crowded together. He could see as ugly as he wanted. Maybe it's because of the heat. She kicked the quilt away with her legs, hugged him tightly and cried. She didn't give up.

Lin Yao's body froze, a heart rushed to the throat.

Flutter - flutter - flutter -

MD! This is a hook, a chiseled hook.

Hook?

Lin Yao's Adam's apple rolled for a while, and the corner of his mouth cocked up. I'm not a casual man, but