The domineering wife: the president lord and domineering love

Fan Fei now disdains to say anything to this bitch, and she won't kneel in front of him for Xiaoxing as before.

If Ji youze lets her go, she can't wait.

"She just wants to pack up her baggage and get out of here!" Ji youze said intolerably for a moment: "it's a mistake to let her come back this time!"

"Thank you! Please let me go quickly. I'll go now!"

As if she had been granted amnesty, fan Fei's heart exploded like fireworks.

If she shook off some radioactive source and stripped Ji youze's hand, she didn't want to stay with him for a moment. As long as he was there, even the air was full of oppression.

However, when the talent came to the door, his slow voice came.

"Stop! Did I say you could go now?"

Fan Fei may have been oppressed by Ji youze for a long time in the past. She is like a dog trained by her master. As long as her master yells, she can stop immediately no matter how fast she runs.

She hated herself so much.

"Do you think it's so easy for me not to care about it before I go away?"

"How else do you want to torture me? Just kill me."

Ji youze smiled: "you are so afraid of death..."

"I'm afraid of death. I'm tortured by you. I'm not afraid of death. Not to mention being with you, I find life is better than death."

As long as he can be kind to Xiaoxing, she really would rather die and live. It's too painful.

Ji youze asked Michelle, "we must teach her a lesson tonight. You might as well suggest one. Otherwise, her end will be more miserable."

Michelle certainly hoped that fan Fei would be as miserable as possible, but she didn't want to destroy her kind, gentle and lovely image. After thinking about it, she asked:

"Can't she draw?"

"Ask her to draw? That's it? You're so kind!"

"Every time I pick up my pen and want to draw, I have a headache. I can't sit still, so I think painting is not simple..."

Ji youze raised his eyebrows: "it's too light."

"Is it too light? That can be special..." Michelle hooked her finger and asked Ji youze to come over.

He was attached to the bed. She built his neck and whispered a few words in his ear.

Ji youze smiled: "do you want to do this?"

"I just want her to know whose man you are. I hope she will give up her heart to you and don't hold unnecessary expectations and fantasies, so that she won't miss you and be reluctant to marry, which will delay her whole life."

Michelle sighed: "after all, she is still young and has a bright future. There is no need to hang from a tree. You say, am I right?"

"At this time, do you still think of her?"

"Everyone is a woman. Why do women bother women? I can understand her."

Fan Fei's whole body trembled. If she was so cold, she really couldn't listen. She was going to vomit, okay?

Ji youze doted on her nose and said, "OK, just do as you say."

Fan Fei strode to the door. She didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment.

She also despises herself. Why does she have to listen to such a disgusting dialogue? Why should we be punished? It's not her!

He flung open the bedroom door and was about to rush out.

Just a few meters away, she was caught back by the bodyguard ordered by Ji youze.

The bodyguards moved quickly, tied fan Fei's backhand at once, and then returned to the bedroom.

She was like a prisoner. She struggled and resisted violently, but it was useless. She was thrown at Ji youze's feet by the bodyguard.