Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Tang poetry was heavily left on the co driver's seat by Bo Ye. There was only one bathrobe and a long bath towel all over the body. When Bo Ye stepped on the gas pedal, the sports car roared and almost instantly ejected and started to fly away from the original place.

Fu Muzhong's home is 20 kilometers away from Bo Ye's private villa outside. However, it took only ten minutes for Bo Ye to drive too fast. When he pushed the door according to his fingerprint, he went upstairs directly and left Tang poetry on the big bed.

Tang poetry thinks that the whole human being seems to have experienced a disaster, with the whirling of the sky, the confusion of vision and the buzzing of the brain, and there is no way to make any response to the reality.

I almost can't breathe She felt that she was about to suffocate and retch. Thin night suddenly narrowed her eyes, "how much does Xu Xiao have in the world? "

Tang poetry can't give an answer. She feels a sense of tearing pain in her chest.

Excess can be fatal!

Tang poetry's brain began to ache. She bit her lip and frowned, probably unable to bear it. The feeling of nausea in her chest was too strong, which was a kind of torture.

All of a sudden, it seemed that someone was pressing on her. Tang poetry was powerless, even opening her eyes was in vain. She tried her best to see who the person in front of her was, but only saw a vague figure.

When the familiar temperature and breath came, Tang poetry called out "thin night..."

Later, when the darkness came, she felt like she was falling into an abyss until she was out of strength.

******

when Tang Shi woke up the next day, her side was empty. She suddenly remembered what happened last night. She immediately tightened her head and looked around.

It happened that this movement disturbed the man who was holding a video conference in front of him. Thin night turned around and wore a pair of glasses on his white and beautiful face. It seemed that he had a taste of being a vulgar person. Wearing a high collar sweater, the morning Guangdu outlines a delicate layer of Phnom Penh. It's warm and warm. At first glance, it's quite elegant and homely.

Tang poetry straight Leng Leng staring at thin night for a long time, until the man sneered, "how, was under the medicine brain also silly?"

Tang Shi suddenly got up, but found that he had no clothes on his body, and immediately retracted back into the quilt. The panic and helpless expression on his face was reflected in the bottom of thin night's eyes. He sneered even more, "looking for clothes?"

Tang poetry did not speak, shoulder slightly trembling.

She was afraid of him.

Thin night Tut, went up to open the wardrobe, directly turned out a lady's shirt and threw it on the body of Tang Shi. While throwing it away, he said, "what you didn't take away five years ago, I moved them to this villa because it was too bad for my eyes."

It means that these clothes belong to her and are not worthy of being put in the house of Bo family.

Tang Shi endured the humiliation of thin night and put on her clothes. Then she went to the closet and took a pair of leggings. Her legs were very straight and thin, different from those of malnutrition. They were symmetrical and slender legs.

Thin night staring at the legs of Tang poetry, eyes light gradually deep.

Tang Shi stood up and found that her whole body was very sore. Thinking about it, she also knew that she had been tossed about by Bo Ye last night. She put out her hand to cover her face and stood on the wall beside the wardrobe for a few seconds, as if she was taking a deep breath to adjust her mood. After a long time, she whispered to Bo Ye, "I'm gone."

Oh, I want to go after a sleep.

Thin night hook lip sneer, call her, "wait a minute."

Tang Shi turns around, Bo Ye throws her mobile phone to her, "don't forget your mobile phone. When someone wants to contact you, they can't get in touch with you. "

The last sentence is deliberately gnashing one's teeth, as if alluding to whom.

Tang Shi took the mobile phone back into his pocket, straightened his back and said, "who contacted me has nothing to do with you."

"Tang poetry, is that how you treat benefactor?" Thin night squint, staring at the woman's thin back said.

Tang Shi laughed, "I didn't ask you to help me!"