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

When the first ray of light shot through the window, the light floated on the man's resolute and handsome face, like the lips of a woman, with a sweet breath, kissing his forehead with a smile.

Sikong Zeye woke up from that long dream, opened his eyes, and she was sleeping next to him, with thick seaweed-like long hair, thick eyelashes, and a sleeping face that smelled like a baby.

The light fell there, and her skin was pink and white, with a faint blush.

It was as if he was still sleeping in the big bed of the water villa and never left.

It was as if, when he closed his eyes, he could hear the sound of the rising tide outside. [

It was as if she would open her eyes the next moment, and the agile light looked at him with a strange brilliance.

But Sikong Zeye knew that all of this would never happen, it only existed in his dreams and dead memories.

The wide palm inserted into her hair, but did not touch the temperature it should have.

He rubbed her head and raised his lips mockingly: "good morning."

A cold kiss fell on her forehead.

Without any response, she was still asleep, her long eyelashes like overlapping fibers in the soft light.

Sikong Zeye started to get up, showered, washed, dressed, his movements were clean and neat, like a vigorous and fierce shark in the sea.

But those eyes were so black that it seemed as if the whole world couldn't fill them.

The maid came in to tidy up the room, when her hand touched the large 1:1 humanoid doll——

Sikong Zeye just came out of the bathroom and said coldly, "Don't touch her."

The servant immediately stood up in fright, and said in French: "Mr. Earl Stephen III, I just want to make the bedding."

Sikong Zeye put on his tie, staring at her with hawk-like wolf eyes: "It's three meters away from my bed, half a step more, you can imagine the consequences."

The servant backed away in fright and began to pack other items.

When her hand was about to pick up a gauze dress scattered on the sofa——

Sikong Zeye's wolf eyes appeared again: "Get out of this room immediately, order it down, there will be no need for servants to clean it in the future, and no one is allowed to step in!"

"..."

The door to the room closes.

Sikong Zeye picked up the gauze skirt with his own hands and put it in the closet.

There are a variety of women's clothing hanging in the closet, which were relocated from the water villa...all of which have been worn by Bai Yunshang at least once. [