The domineering wife: the president lord and domineering love

The fierce wind and anger burned in his eyes. Xie Qingqian proudly twisted his waist and left, leaving only an enchanting figure.

He went back to his bedroom, stayed at the door of the room, and sometimes pricked up his ears to listen, for fear that the owner would have any discomfort, so that he could arrive at the first time.

Spend the night in peace.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning came in through the window and gracefully sprinkled a room.

Summer cried out early. The black devil's eyelashes moved and finally woke up.

It hurts. The bones seem to have been broken and reorganized.

She stretched out her hand to block the light, vaguely remembering that she rode a horse yesterday and fell off the horse's back. She never remembered it again.

Just vaguely, I heard the doctor say she had a fever, and then a wide and big palm kept attached to her forehead, took her temperature and spoke to her gently.

The man's peerless side face was printed into his eyes. The man closed his eyes and slept soundly. Probably because he was tired, his eyelids had a layer of light black circles, slightly decadent.

It must be because I'm tired of looking after myself.

Xia zaozao thought so and reached out to his forehead, hoping not to infect him with the disease. Recently, he often has a headache and his physique is not very good.

Her hand touched her forehead. The cold touch made her retract her hand. How could it be so cold?

She couldn't believe it. Was it because she had a fever and her palms were hot, so when she touched a man's forehead, the temperature contrast gave her an illusion for a moment?

Reach out to the man again, and the back of the hand touches the man's face

Suddenly, the man grabbed Xia zaozao's wrist. Before Xia zaozao reacted, the man threw her out of bed.

On the grey jacquard wool carpet, Xia zaozao, who was thrown away, was lying in pain. The white nightdress had a wide neckline, revealing his left shoulder and sexy clavicle, and his white long legs were exposed under the skirt.

She had just got rid of her fever and was thrown by him like a roller coaster.

Is she just a toy? Dumped by him?

She was a little annoyed. How many times has she been thrown at her? She just wanted to see if he had a fever

"It hurts!" Xia rubbed her buttocks early in the morning. She knew later that the place trampled by the horse yesterday hurt so much that she would shed tears.

The man turned a deaf ear, got up and stared at her coldly, without a trace of human emotion.

Eyes are full of bloodthirsty and terrible.

"Pain?" the man walked up to Xia zaozao step by step and stepped on Xia zaozaozao's little hand: "woman, if you wake me up, you should know that the consequences are more than these."

Xia zaozao took out the stepped little hand, and a layer of skin was stepped off the finger joints.

The man didn't blame himself a little: "Qin Yi, you!?"

She thought he was a little strange. Why did he treat her so coldly as if he didn't know her.

"Qin Yi?" the man squatted down and held the slender neck of Xia zaozao in his palm. The scarlet in his eyes was resolute and cold, like Satan in hell.

Cough

Xia was out of breath early. He patted his hand. Instead, he pushed her down, and the hand on his neck tightened a little.

"Qin Yan."

“？”

"My name." the man pinched her like a cloth doll. His bloodthirsty eyes were extremely vicious: "but you don't have a chance to call it wrong again."

The strength in the man's hands increased bit by bit, his eyes were full of murderous spirit, but he pulled out a wicked smile from the corners of his mouth, which was extremely terrible.

Pinched by his neck, Xia zaozao opened his mouth and turned purple, like a fish stranded on the bank, on the verge of death.