The wealthy wife: the black-bellied husband is so charming

Chapter 132 No matter what you become, you are a king
She doesn't think it's dirty, but she can't accept it...for the time being...

"Wei Liang, no matter what you think of me, you have to get used to this kind of life."

"What?" "In Italy, there is no other way to protect yourself than to kill people. This time, a lot of Jun's goods have been detained. It must be that the Italians are dissatisfied with the Jun's share of the cup here for so many years." It’s a big deal, and I can’t wait to sell it while I’m sick. No matter what, I must stabilize the situation in Italy.”

At night, dark clouds gathered, and dull thunder rumbled across the sky.

Ye Weiliang looked up at him, her dark eyes were as transparent as glass, her fingertips had long since become numb from the cold, her lips were pale and chapped, and there were crystal drops of water hanging on her pitch-black eyelashes.

"Is there no choice but to kill?" "There is no choice but to kill."

Although Jun Qingcheng felt distressed, she couldn't refute it.Maybe in politics or business, those things that are not on the table need to be covered up, but this is Italy.It is the center where the mafia gathers. Here, the rich and powerful are useless.Desperadoes don't care. If you want to get a share in Italy, you must have a heart ready to die at any time.But he doesn't want to die now, nor can he die.Therefore, he must be more cautious and more... ruthless.

Once, he also thought that murder was a crime.The first time he was forced to kill, his hands hidden in his sleeves kept shaking.That year, he was only 14 years old.But he had no choice, since he was thrown by the old man to Italy to learn to manage the most important income of the family, he had no choice.

"Wei Liang, don't be afraid of me..."

Jun Qingcheng took her hand and held it tightly, even wanting to crush her.

However, at that moment, Ye Weiliang struggled to break away from his warm palm.

The cold wind blew through Jun Qingcheng's hands, it was icy cold, and there was a trace of injury in his eyes.

"Give me some time, I just haven't been able to accept it yet." Ye Weiliang's voice was as soft as morning mist, and water droplets slid from her cheeks, crystal clear like night dew.

"Okay." His voice was indifferent, domineering, but with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

Jun Qingcheng smiled slightly.

"I don't really understand what you said, but I know. If there is a way, you will not be in front of me... President, no matter what you become, or what you were originally, you are in my heart, It will always be Jun Qingcheng." Ye Weiliang's eyes showed a little bit of stubborn light, and the corners of his lips were still in a faint smile.

In an instant, the man's eyes changed drastically.

There are more beautiful love stories in the world.

Inseparable from life and death, unswerving until death.

Nothing more than that.

He treats Ye Weiliang, Ye Weiliang treats him.He suddenly understood why so many writers spent so much time trying to describe the beauty of love.

The bitterness of wishing, the pain of loss, the sweetness of gain, the peace of mind of companionship...

"Ye Weiliang—"

"What's the matter?"

Everything around became silent, only the sound of raindrops ticking, and Jun Qingcheng's eyes were silent.

a long time.

When Ye Weiliang wanted to turn around and leave, Jun Qingcheng held his shoulder, and his heart tightened little by little.

(End of this chapter)