Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 297 Grand Hotel Paris! (2)

"Yes!"

Baimao and Johnny agreed, then turned around and went downstairs with a few men.

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Fuhong looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

snort!
Didn't Dad always look down on him, he just wanted to show him his skills!

When he catches Murong Lin again, he wants to take a look.

Can dad still look at him like a trash like before? !
He, Fuhong, is not trash!

No!

……

"Boy, if you want to pick me up, you are still far behind!"

……

Mochou's contemptuous voice sounded next to his ear, and Fuhong's face showed a ferocious expression.

Turning around sharply, he walked in the door and locked the door directly.

Grabbing the cold beer on the table, he tilted the beer can and poured the cold beer onto Mo Chou's face.

"My Sleeping Beauty, it's time to wake up and be with your real prince!"

Under the cold stimulation, Mo Chou's body instinctively shrank, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Inside the room, the light was bright and it hurt her eyes.

She narrowed her eyes instinctively, seeing Fuhong's violent and distorted face clearly, she instinctively wanted to retract her palm.

The finger-thick rope was tightly wrapped around her, so she couldn't pull back her hand.

"What, want to hit me?!"

Fuhong leaned into her face, sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick the beer dripping from her face.

"Smelly bitch, didn't you say that I'm still far away, right away, I'll let you know who is your master..."

While speaking, he straightened up, opened the drawer on the bedside table, and quickly took out a plastic box from it.

The lid of the box was opened, revealing the neatly arranged syringes filled with liquid medicine.

Quickly took out one, and Fuhong directly pulled out the plastic head on it.

Rolling up his sleeves, he stuck the needle into his arm.

This guy is taking drugs!
Mo Chou glanced at his needle-pocketed arm, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Your state championship, presumably, is also based on these things!"

"So what?!"

Fu Hong frowned and pushed the liquid in the syringe into his body.

"Everyone looks down on me, I just want to prove to them that I am not a waste, not a fool... As long as I have them, I can do whatever I want!"

(End of this chapter)