Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Tang poetry saw the interaction between Jiang Qi and ye Jingtang, and they were not easy to speak. They ate fruit plates in silence. The eyes of thin night in the distance were always on their seats, as sharp as a blade out of a scabbard. Tang poetry felt the eyes on her back like needles, and she unconsciously clenched her fingers.

Bo Ye and Fu Zhen take back their sight respectively, but Bo Ye sneers first, "Fu Zhen, some things you can't play with fire."

Fu Zhen is a little discontented and stares at Bo Ye and says, "aren't you divorced from her?"

"I don't care who you like, but this man is my ex-wife." Thin night cold voice way, "Fu Zhen, some people you can't move."

"Why, are you still in love with your ex-wife?" Fu Zhen said with a smile, "you pushed her to me at the beginning, but now you regret it? no way! I want to chase her. You can speak hard to me and compete with me fairly. But if you dare to stop me You can't do it, brother. "

"Don't you mind if she followed me?" Thin night raised the tone.

Fu Zhen spread out her hands, "she doesn't mind that I have had so many women before, I can breathe."

Bo Ye's heart is more angry, Fu Zhen, it's really fun!

On one side, Cheng Yiyi was forgotten for a while and a half. His face was a little bad. He bit his lip and pasted his body on it. "Thin little..."

"Shut up."

Bo Ye tore her out of her body in a bad mood. "Enough. I'll ask Lin Ci to write you a check tomorrow, so I won't know you."

He is tired of playing.

Cheng Yiyi's heart is tight, "don't be so thin Am I not good enough? "

Fu Zhen is looking at Cheng Yiyi in the opposite direction. Her eyes are full of ridicule. This kind of woman is so boring. Without a man, she will die. But what about Tang poetry? Her pride never seems to fade away, that's enough tone.

"Beautiful sister, you are not as good as Tang poetry anywhere, so you might as well go home and practice more."

Fu Zhen mocked people, not worse than thin night, "old night, did you have a brain crowded by the door? Sophie is not wrong to scold. You want all of them. Isn't it picky? "

Tang poetry again Tang poetry again!

Cheng Yiyi tightly clenched his fingers, and his eyes were flushed by Fu Zhen's ridicule. His hatred for Tang poetry has reached a peak.

Tang poetry! You damned bitch, why do all men think you are unattainable! What's so great about Qinggao? A woman who has been in prison dare to pretend to be pure and lofty!

Cheng Yiyi here is thinking about how to overthrow Tang poetry, while Fu Zhen there is dismissive of her expression.

Bo Ye was infuriated by Fu Zhen and laughed, "don't you see a divorced man who has been in prison?"

"You son of a bitch!" Fu Zhen got drunk and said, "Bo Ye, do you want to fight! If I like your ex-wife, you don't like it

Bo Ye didn't speak.

Fu Zhen continued to irritate him, "hum, I'll catch up with the Tang poetry, and I'll make you regret it. It's hard to stop a broken mirror."

Thin night a listen, then smile!

"Try it The man's cold tone made Fu Zhen feel the pressure. He rolled his eyes and snorted with his nose, "cut! Hard mouth

……

Tang Shi and Jiang Qi played on other cards. Jiang Qi was bold when he drank too much. When he was brave, he even ignored his boss. He laughed like a coquette. He even called in two public relations cowboys, one in each hand. He was stunned by the Tang poetry.

"You I have a big appetite. "

Tang poetry made a brief comment.

Jiang Qi rolled his eyes, "hum, one is for you. Handsome boy, go and sit next to that sister

The cowherd's face burst into a warm smile and sat down on his butt. Tang poetry was scared and said, "brother, take it easy!"

Fu Zhen, who is in a seat over there, craned her neck and saw two more men in their positions in Tang poetry. She was directly happy and said to Bo Ye, "Lao ye, your ex-wife is really good. She called two ducks."

Thin night gas white a handsome face, but in order to maintain calm or did not stand up, and Fu Zhen as stretched out his head to see, sitting on the card seat gnashing teeth, "which two? What does it look like? "

Fu Zhen laughed more happily, "well, it's very handsome, although it's not as good as me..."

“……”

On the other hand, Tang poetry is being forced to shrink to the corner by the hot and handsome boy. How can people who do public relations work so hard these days?

The cowherd said, "my sister looks so beautiful. Is that the eldest lady?"

A sentence directly stepped on the pain of Tang poetry, miss? What kind of girl is she?

Jiang Qi quickly changed the topic, "Hello, it's not good for you to change your mind like this. Who is beautiful with her or me?"

Another cowherd went up to coax her tactfully, "you are gorgeous, this elder sister is noble."

"Oh, what a sweet little mouth Jiang Qina's expression and tone are vivid, like a bully who teases a good woman. Tang poetry covers his face, and ye Jingtang coughs twice next door, "Secretary Jiang, please pay attention to your behavior."Jiang Qi drank too much, and looked at Ye Jingtang with wet drunkenness in his eyes. His face was beautiful and pretty, "Mr. Ye, do you want me to call you Niulang?"

Ye Jingtang's handsome face immediately pulled down!

Jiang Qi shivered for a moment, drooped his face, and cried toward the Tang poetry, "poetry, you go first, Mr. Ye and I Have a private chat. "

Naturally, Tang poetry understood Jiang Qi's meaning, and even wished to leave now, so he stood up and said hello in a hurry.

As soon as I got to the bar, I ran into a man.

The man's hair was light gold, his skin was white, and his eyes were blue, green and blue, like a hybrid.

The corner of his mouth is with a languid smile. When he sees the Tang poetry bumping into him, he simply hugs him. The ruffian's smile also has a kind of evil spirit. His beautiful eyes squint, just like a diamond flash past. He said, "Oh, this is delivery?"

Tang Shi glanced at him indifferently and did not speak.

He said, "it's a pity that my brother came in today to arrest people. I won't tease you. I'll have a drink next time."

Tang Shi left without saying anything.

Someone behind said in a low voice, "seven brothers, this girl looks really beautiful."

"Yes." The man, called seven brothers, touched his chin, dressed in a fashion brand sweater, two straight legs and a pair of yeezy on his feet. He was cynical and evil, and said, "ah We need a micro signal. "

But when I think of it, I suddenly remember that I didn't do the business. I quickly scolded, "grass, I'm still in a daze. I'll take my sister's son of a bitch out of it!"