Wild Rose Spring

The old scumbag has a smile on his face, but his heart is full of knives. He only hugs me at night and calls me baby. But those who bullied me died, went to jail, and were expelled one after another. On the surface, she is a gentle and gentle husband. She goes to get off work every day to ask for kisses, and cooks and takes care of her children. But all the bad people I met disappeared mysteriously one after another: the coach who touched my leg ran away in debt, the pervert from the driving school who took advantage of me got into trouble, and even the ex who chased me was forced to close his clinic. Until I peeked at his cell phone, the latest news: "Processed, deleted photos, she won't know." He turned around and smiled at me: "Baby, you haven't kissed me today." At that moment, my CPU was dry. It turns out that my mouth is his activation button. If you kiss me, he will destroy all his ill intentions for me; if you don't kiss me, I will be his only ill will. Who dares to divorce after this lockup? I thought it was God who had eyes, until I turned to his mobile phone - "Let her be afraid, but she can only be afraid of me." A chill ran down my back. He smiled and kissed the corner of my mouth: "What's wrong? You're not clingy today?" It turns out that the kiss I gave after get off work every day was not to act coquettishly, but to pay protection money. If I don't hand it over, he will use my weakness to build a cage for me. Sweet? It's sweet to the core and makes your scalp tingle.