my billionaire ex-husband

Feng Chengling rubbed her red lips with his thumb, and his voice was extremely ambiguous: "What do you think?"

The bewitching voice seemed to be inviting her to kiss him.

Lin Kewei turned her head away annoyed, her face flushed quickly: "It's fine if you don't give it."

I want her to take the initiative to talk to him... Well, I don't even want to kill her.

She is now pregnant and can no longer make love.And she also thought about it, no matter how strong he is, she will resist to the death to avoid tragedy. [

It seems that he will not give her the phone easily.Perhaps, he deliberately used the mobile phone as a bait to trick her into sleeping with him, and then refused to give her the mobile phone.

The more she thought about it, the angrier Lin Kewei became.

Feng Chengling laughed loudly: "Did you think too far...to a place you shouldn't have thought?"

"I didn't!" Lin Kewei was angry.

"Then why are you so angry?"

"A word from Feng Chengling, will you give it to me?!"

It was rare for her to ask him for something like this!If he doesn't give it again, she won't want it either, and she will turn her face straight away!

"What a temper." He reached out to pinch her nose, but she quickly avoided it.

Feng Chengling accepted it as soon as he saw it, instead of provoking her further, he took out something from the sofa cushion: "The gift I'm talking about is this."

Lin Kewei turned her head abruptly, and saw the unfinished sweater in his hand...

Lin Kewei was speechless: "You...why did you touch my things!"

Damn it, she thought she hid it well enough, but unexpectedly, he still found it.

"Who is it for?" He asked knowingly.

In fact, he had been thinking about it since she went to the supermarket to buy wool and men's knitting tutorial books.

At first, he suspected that she was weaving her a man, but she said that her man was dead.

Moreover, after he fell asleep, she secretly measured the width of his shoulders and the length of his hands with a ruler... She thought she was being careful, but he actually found out, but she didn't poke her face to face.

He knew that once he poked her, the sweater would always be a ball of yarn, impossible to shape.

And recently, he saw that the sweater hadn't continued knitting for a long time.

It seemed that what he did made her unhappy, so she decided to take the gift back and not give it to him. [