The domineering wife: the president lord and domineering love

Fan Fei seemed to be facing two strangers, just two moving molds, drawing completely indifferently.

She had a good family. Although she was not a daughter, she was also a treasure in the palm of her parents. She learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting when she was a child

Thinking that one day she could marry a good family.

Oh

The so-called good family let her give full play to her painting skills today.

Fan Fei draws very seriously and doesn't forget to mention the posture of Ji youze and Michelle from time to time.

The atmosphere also cooled down at this time.

Michelle obviously felt that the man on her body was hot like fire, and gradually turned into ice

Those deep eyes, antique as if frozen.

This damned woman, who pretended well before, showed her prototype so soon?

She could treat him and other women like this.

And still in such a difficult state!

Damn it, damn it!

"Youze?" Michelle reached out to tease the man's sweaty hair, raised her upper body and kissed his ears.

This is his most sensitive place

However, Ji youze's body suddenly stiffened

Fan Fei's heart also trembled. She didn't miss this little detail, but soon she was relieved. She won't care about this man anymore.

Michelle found that even the most sensitive place where she kissed a man didn't seem to attract him.

He seems to be suddenly weak and getting softer and softer.

Michelle was unwilling and pushed him: "are you too tired? Do you want me on it?"

Ji youze finally moved a few times. It was not as long as before. It was only two-thirds of the time that he hurriedly ended the affair.

His mood, somehow, was suddenly terrible.

They fell on Michelle drearily, and their sweat fused together.

"Youze? What's the matter with you today?"

Ji youze walked out slowly and said coldly, "that's all for today. You don't have a chance today."

Fan Fei drew the last stroke: "no, I've done it."

“……”

Fan Fei calmly got up and handed over a stack of painted drawings.

It was only half an hour that she drew ten or so.

"I have drawn every posture and movement, which is very detailed. I think Mr. Ji will be very satisfied."

Ji youze looked at the paintings one by one.

The two people tangled on the bed were vividly painted by her. Indeed, they were meticulous to every detail.

Her painting is really good. If Michelle hadn't proposed, he probably didn't know she was so talented.

More than a dozen paintings are turning, just like a slow shot of a movie.

Ji youze's temple is in faint pain!

This woman

"Who made you draw so much?"

"I'm afraid I can't meet your standards, so I've painted all of them. There's always one that can satisfy you and meet your requirements."

"Let me see." Michelle hugged Ji youze from behind, put her pretty chin on his shoulder and looked at the paintings.

Both of them saw that fan Fei had not been affected by her emotions at all, and the painting was very calm.

Michelle just wants to be angry with fan Fei. Now the goal has been achieved, and he lost interest in an instant.

Instead, Ji youze was a little angry, and there was a fire burning in his heart.

The big hand tore it hard. All the pictures just painted were reduced to fragments and fell on fan Fei's face, flying all over the sky.

"Why did you tear it? Aren't you satisfied?" fan Fei said calmly: "if you're not satisfied, I can draw for you tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or in the future. As long as your energy can keep up, I can draw as much as I want. I'm on standby."

Her tone of voice is sparse and ordinary, just like casually asking you, have you eaten? Or, it's a nice day today, so simple and plain.