Lay Down My Bad Husband

--Is she free to visit the presidential palace?

Lin Ziyi smiles gratefully at the housekeeper, "please let someone take me back to my room."

She would not forget the purpose of her coming here just because of the respect of the housekeeper and the servant.

She came to sell her body in exchange for her son.

She is not so noble and pure as to show off in front of anyone.

The housekeeper nodded, "yes, Miss Lin."

With that, the housekeeper made a gesture of invitation and took Lin Ziyi upstairs to her room.

When he came to the door, the housekeeper stopped and nodded respectfully to Lin Ziyi, "Miss Lin, you have a rest first. If you need anything, just press the red button at the head of the bed at any time."

Lin Ziyi nodded, "thank you!"

When the housekeeper turned and left, Lin Ziyi opened the door.

The room is very big, big and incredible. It has everything in it. It's the same style as the hall. It's elegant but warm. Even on the edge of the big bed, there is a pair of pink plush slippers.

Lin Ziyi walked over, almost without thinking, he lost his shoes, and then put his feet in the pink slippers.

It's not big, it's just her foot.

Is it for her?

Heart, inexplicably a warm, the original uneasy, gradually replaced by the warm current, even the whole cold body, also open warm up.

Come to the French window, across a thin layer of gauze and clear glass window, the forest should look out of the window.

At the moment, Lin Ziyi's vision is excellent. He can take most of the presidential palace into his eyes. Under the proper lighting, the huge presidential palace looks like a mysterious manor, which is full of reverie and exploration.

Standing in front of the window, the thought of the man and what they were going to do this evening made Lin Ziyi's heart beat faster and his cheeks red.

Lin Ziyi sighs that she is really hopeless. Now that the man hasn't appeared, her face is beating. When waiting for something to happen, doesn't she really have to find something to cover her face and don't see anyone.

In order to calm down, Lin Ziyi sat down in front of the sofa and turned over the latest fashion magazine on the short table.

As soon as the magazine opened, she saw an extremely familiar and handsome face, an Yize.

It turned out that Jin Xiu, the editor in chief of the magazine, did an interview for an Yize himself. The content of the interview was naturally vulgar, and the content was all about women's sexy topics.

For example, his daily life, his view of love, what kind of women he likes.

Needless to say, Lin Ziyi can also guess what an Yize's answer is. Sure enough, an Yize's description of the woman he likes is a copy of her. Moreover, an Yize left a very sad sentence.

He said, the woman I love doesn't love me.

Finally, Jinxiu asks an Yize -- if the woman you love can't fall in love with you all her life, what will you do?

According to the magazine, he just laughed and did not answer the last question.

Suddenly thought of the dance that night, in the garden, an Yize said to himself.

He said he would wait until the day when she got married or was willing to accept him.

Will she marry again?

Oh.

Lin Ziyi laughs, but she sighs. She sinks into the back of her chair. Her boundless loneliness drowns her.

I don't know how long later, almost when Lin Ziyi finished reading the whole magazine in his hand, there was a faint sound of car engine outside the window.

Looking out of the window, it was the man who came back, and a convoy of six black cars drove slowly into the solemn gate.

Lin Ziyi looked at the time, and it was almost early in the morning.

I can't help but get up and come to the window. The motorcade slowly stops in front of the main building. The housekeeper and servants have already lined up to welcome him back.

Soon, the door of the third car was pulled open, and the most familiar figure came down from the car in a dark suit. Without looking at anyone, he didn't say a word to anyone and strode into the main building.

"Putong..." "Putong..." "Putong..."

At that moment, the only thing Lin Ziyi could hear in such a big room was the sound of his heart beating like a thunder drum. His hands closed unconsciously. In his hands, layers of cold sweat began to come out.

I can't tell whether I'm nervous or afraid, or whether I'm confused. Lin Ziyi only knows that now is the fastest and most chaotic time in his life.

Take your bag, turn out the box of TT, and pull it in the palm of your hand. Lin Ziyi clenches his lower lip and stands by the sofa, waiting for someone's Flatter.It's just that five minutes have passed, ten minutes have passed, fifteen minutes have passed After half an hour, when his door was still not pushed open and there was no movement, Lin Ziyi let out a deep breath. His whole body softened into the sofa, and his tense nerves relaxed a little bit.

He won't be Forget her!

That's fine. Tonight, she's really not ready.

Just as Lin Ziyi was relaxing completely, the door "snapped..." He was pushed away from the outside.

Seeing the man who appeared at the door, Lin Ziyi was so excited that he immediately slipped down from the sofa and stood up.

The man in a black bathrobe at the door, holding the bath towel in his hand and wiping his short hair, squinted at Lin Ziyi with a pair of beautiful silent eyes.

The sight falls on the box that she drags in the palm of her hand. The man is slightly confused and immediately understands what it is.

The corner of the lip, raises a tiny invisible pleasure radian.

"Why are you so nervous? I'm not a thief."

Lin Ziyi's mouth.

You're not really a thief. You're just ten times more terrible than a thief.

Seeing that Lin Ziyi was just talking, the man was very satisfied.

"Come here."

"What for?" Lin Ziyi asked almost subconsciously.

"What do you mean?" The man asked, a pair of ink dyed eyes, deep and indecent, inside, a fine bright dark awn across.

At the thought of the meaning of men's words, Lin Ziyi's little face flushed thoroughly.

However, his legs no longer seemed to be his own. He walked towards the man at the door, but the hand holding the box was put behind him.

Looking at the little woman walking towards him, the man is not to mention how satisfied he is. He takes a slight look at the corners of his lips. The dark awn in his ink eyes is more and more shining.