The loving wife of a domineering ceo

The light blue rolls-royce sped through the city's sycamore avenue and stopped at the intersection of Tianzifang in Xuhui District. The girls were discussing what kind of person the car was. Although it was low-key, it was another rolls-royce.

When bo mingkuo got out of the car, he felt that his face was a little focused as he rushed into Tianzifang, grabbed a bottle of drink, and got into the car.

Before the boss could see the guest's face clearly, he saw that the one hundred dollar bill left on his goods must be a well-known figure who didn' t show much face.in a big city like Shanghai, everyone had it.

She shook her head and put away the money to continue her small business.

Zhao yaqing took off her shoes satisfactorily and crossed her legs on the seat like a hooligan.

She stole a glance at bo mingkuo, whose face was still the tip of the iceberg.

Zhao yaqing felt that she didn' t succeed, and her heart was a little gloomy.

After seven rounds, she finally stopped in a secluded place.

He said coldly," get out of the car. "

Isn't this the most famous house in the french concession?

How it turned into personal property.

After some thought, zhao yaqing was tired.

He turned around and watched Jonny drive away, leaving only himself and bao sanli, who were somewhat uncomfortable.

"Young master, are you back? "

"Mother liu, are you still awake? "

"Young master didn't come back and didn't dare to sleep here! "

"This is madam? "

Bo mingkuo clenched his fists and pretended to cough.

The discerning man immediately understood.

"Young master, um, I' m going back to the house to sleep. If you need anything, please call me." "

Mother liu disappeared at the end of the corridor on the first floor.

The distance between the second floor and the first floor was a bit far away. Bo mingkuo was walking with a suit jacket in his hand, but he was very adept.

Zhao yaqing was panting heavily as she followed behind bo mingkuo's buttocks. She didn' t know what kind of medicine the guy who had been missing for five days was selling in a villa that she had never known existed in Shanghai.

Attracted by the pattern on the wallpaper, it was a medieval painting of people at a dinner party, a group of people with a face filled with joy, the hall orchestra players are wearing wigs, a very interesting painting wallpaper.

The lights in the corridor suddenly went out, but bo ming's languid voice came from the room at the end of the corridor." Come in." "

"What? It's not appreciated. "

The room was decorated in a green style, with a french idyllic air and a quiet and comfortable atmosphere. It was indeed suitable for bo mingkuo.

As soon as he stepped further, the door of the room closed automatically.

The door looked made of wood, but it was still fully automatic.

"Let the water go, I want to take a bath. "

After not seeing him for a few days, he immediately called himself my young master and finally began to put on airs.

This is the real you, bo mingkuo.

With a hint of guilt, zhao yaqing obediently went into the bathroom to give bo mingkuo a bath.

Seeing that there were more than ten essential oils on the stage, she suddenly had a plan in her mind.

Why don't you give him some mint and add all the rest?

Who let him think of a block of ice all day make people unconsciously disgusted.

Zhao yaqing came out and said to bo mingkuo," alright, go in and wash." "

She didn' t know when mother liu appeared with a younger woman dressed as a masseuse.

"This way, madam. "

Zhao yaqing followed him to a chinese sauna. Zhao yaqing asked the masseuse to play with her and bathe in a wooden bucket covered with rose petals.

The masseuse massaged zhao yaqing's chest and back, her legs to her toes, and then applied some essential oil, which allowed her to return to bo mingkuo's room.