How does it feel to have a man who looks down on you all day long and keeps dragging you around in bed?
Before the marriage, the two of them were dining in a Western restaurant. A waitress challenged her, a stranger. She stared at the waitress with cold and arrogant eyes: "If I say that I am Mr. Jian's wife, can you put away your curiosity and disappear from my eyes immediately?"
Although they were not in love, the moment she decided to return to China to hold a wedding with him, she would never allow anyone to question or disrespect her, the young mistress of the Jian family.
"Although emotional games are not fun, we can play games on the bed." In the late winter, he stopped sleeping on the sofa and made such a request.
Fu Huan smiled slightly: Don't cross that line, it's a mansion.
"If you want to build one a night, you can pick out one of the hundreds to play with first." He suddenly raised his hand and hooked the back of her head, and his sexy thin lips covered her soft lips.
On her birthday, he gave her a book with a maple leaf inside. The orange-red color robbed the light of all the words in the book.
He designed a pair of plain rings with their initials engraved on them.
He drew a sketch of her on the design drawing, and her eyes were lifelike.
He put his arms around her and told everyone at the group's annual meeting: My wife is finally back. She has been waiting for more than three years.
Fu Xu felt...
I can't see him clearly.
