The domineering wife: the president lord and domineering love

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.

The body is like being disassembled and reassembled. It hurts to be thrown, but how can he pity it?

The cold man stood against the light, his face as sharp as a knife and as soft as a God.

But fan Fei found the man's face so ugly for the first time.

She used to be so stupid that she only saw the surface. All the consequences were caused by herself.

Ji youze raised his eyebrows coldly: "run? You have the courage to run!"

“……”

"Long skills, do wrong things, have the courage to run, do not have the courage to bear?"

“……”

"Don't dare to speak? Where's the clever tooth just now?"

"Ji youze, you are not a man!"

Ji youze smiled sadly: "I am not a man, you will soon see..."

Fan Fei was not stupid. She soon guessed what Michelle's punishment was.

Just thinking of such a picture, he felt very cruel and disgusting.

Let her share a room with them and her voice will tremble.

What's more, I have to slide that scene down!

This means that fan Fei can't help but open her eyes and print their every action in her eyes.

To tell the truth, even if Ji youze was desperate, he was also her first man.

Let her watch him and other women tenderness, give the supreme tenderness and love to that woman, and her heart will still bleed.

Michelle seems reluctant to punish fan Fei on the surface, but putting forward this request is vicious to the extreme.

It's really thanks to her

If fan Fei hasn't given up on Ji youze and still has love, doesn't this practice directly force her to die?

Killing is invisible. Finally, Ji youze said she was kind and thought of her.

She had to admire Michelle's clever means.

There was a bitter smile in my heart.

Ji youze picked up the inside line and asked the servant to bring the drawing board, drawing paper and various pigments, and put the drawing board in front of the bed.

After the arrangement, Ji youze said coldly to fan Fei, "you can choose sketch or watercolor painting. Depending on what you are good at, you can spend peanuts, but after painting, you can roll after passing!"

"What if you fail?"

"Then draw until you pass."

Fan Fei's eyes were empty, her eyes were empty, and her voice was empty: "what if I can't draw well all night?"

"Then continue painting tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, until you can paint well."

His cruel voice drove her ruthlessly into hell.

There was no expression on fan Fei's face: "if you treat me like this, you will be punished."

"Oh." Ji youze smiled playfully, "is this your curse?"

"If God doesn't take care of you, I'll take revenge on you."

"Hahaha, how can you revenge me? Tell me, huh?"

"The most cruel revenge is not hatred, but indifference from the heart. There is no longer any emotion for that person, because that person is not worth or worthy of you to spend some emotion on him! And you, from today on, are the irrelevant person."

The cold burst out in her eyes, and the air around her became cold.

Ji youze frowned and felt a strange feeling at the bottom of his heart: "what do you mean?"

"I just want to tell you that my heart is dead."

“……”

"No matter what you do, you will never hurt me again, because my heart is completely dead! I will curse you every day!"

I don't know why, her voice and eyes, like a small needle, pierced Ji youze's heart.

Her heart hurt a little, but soon he felt it.

In front of fan Fei, he took off his shirt and trousers, showing a sexy slender figure.