Arresting the little runaway wife: please be gentle with the wolf-like president

"You are quite handy with these, have you ever been in love?"

"Do you think?"

"I thought you must have experienced many battles. I'm so lucky. Good men are taught step by step by women. I'm so lucky to enjoy the fruits of your ex-girlfriends. Thank you." Camille turned around and clasped her arms She grabbed his neck and kissed him on the cheek to express her thanks.

Sikong Zeye chuckled twice, pinched her chin: "So, I want to be the first man to train you?"

"I don't need to be trained to be a good woman..." Camille curled her lower lip slightly, and suddenly let out a low cry, because she just noticed the person sitting on the sofa opposite. [

Bai Yunshang sat there blankly, staring at the picture in front of her with empty and blank eyes.

Many past events flashed before her eyes, as if it was not Camille but her who was in Sikong Zeye's arms.

Sikong Zeye frowned and turned around.

In the dimness, Bai Yunshang was wearing a dark blue evening gown, her figure was enchanting and beautiful, her hair as thick as seaweed was loosely tied.

The peacock mask hides her face in the shadows, giving it a mysterious look.

Both of them realized that she was the one who poured wine on Sikong Haoran in the hall just now...

Sikong Zeye's eyes were dim.

In the past year, he has searched all over the world for women with a similar body and appearance to Bai Yunshang.Fall in love with them, and then leave boringly.

Then he discovered that the appearance was just a shell, and he was already visually fatigued.

Even if he personally created a woman who looked exactly like Bai Yunshang, he still didn't feel tempted.

What made him fall in love with Bai Yunshang was her character...

Until I met Camille, a woman who is as stubborn and tenacious as Bai Yunshang.

Her words and deeds often make Sikong Zeye find the feeling in his memory, so that he can temporarily relieve himself from the pain.

"When was she here?" Camille asked startled.

Bai Yunshang stood up, bowed slightly as an apology for the interruption, and walked towards the door.

She didn't know French, so she couldn't understand what they were talking about.

But from the intimacy in their conversation, the gaze they looked at each other, there is no doubt that it belongs only to the most intimate lovers.

He zipped Camille, tied a butterfly belt, and hugged her with the hands that once hugged Bai Yunshang...