A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband
Chapter Eighty Seven
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"Brother..." The young lady spoiled him.
The man who was screamed was extremely calm. He took out the wallet, and the stack of banknotes was not counted. With two long fingers between them, he stuffed it into the deep gully of the lady.
The young lady looked at the thickness of at least tens of thousands, then went to see his serious face that was smiling but not smiling.
His eyes were evil, and he curled his lips at her, "You are beautiful, but my wife is more beautiful. Get off the car."
When the young lady froze, she thought that he acquiesced to her to help her out to take her away to do that kind of thing. What, it's a fake, there are more men with beautiful ladies, who is not looking outside?
The car door was closed by the lady from the outside.
Shen Mocheng squeezed out the cigarette butt, angrily instructed the front seat to drive, open the car window, and let off the fragrance.
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At six o'clock in the morning, I don't know when it rained, and the wind, frost, rain and dew was even darker and depressing.
The white Cayenne parked firmly on the side of the driveway outside the single-family villa in the rain.
The driver was a young guy. The car was turned off for about a minute. He looked in the rearview mirror.
In the back seat of the car, the drunk man sitting crooked with his long legs crossed did not open his eyes.
He said in a low voice: "There are buses and taxis after going down the mountain, you can leave."
The driver smiled and nodded, got out of the car and looked at the magnificent European-style minimalist villa, and glanced at the rear glass of the car as he walked forward.
The picturesque man is still leaning on the seat of the car, seemingly exhausted, with home in front of him, why not get out of the car?
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Aunt Zhou woke up from the bedside of his wife when she heard the engine sound.
Walking to the bedroom terrace and looking at it, it's not your husband's car parked there.
Aunt Zhou was pleased, she went out of the bedroom and went downstairs: "Mr. is back?"
Sister Wang stood outside the window in the living room, and pointed out sadly, "Hey, don't get out of the car."
"what happened?"
"The one sent back by the driver must have been drinking again."
"Too drunk to sleep?" Aunt Zhou said while putting on her coat, "Then I'll go to wake up Mr., I'm back, why don't I hurry up and see my wife!"
Sister Wang grabbed her and sighed, "It's up to you, Mr., I'll call him and say his wife is not good, don't you come back right away? I'm very nervous," she raised her eyebrows and pointed her face." It's here, I can't pull it down!"
"Oh! But he made his wife like this. Which men are assholes as your husband?" Aunt Zhou felt sorry for his wife. The wife didn't have a mother. When she was wronged, she naturally wanted to speak for her.
"My gentlemen are much more impulsive in bed," Sister Wang saw Aunt Zhou about to interrupt, and immediately said, "OK, sir, this is too much."
Sister Wang doesn’t want to speak for her husband, but she has been taking care of her husband for many years. He is not an unreasonable person. The self-cultivation of people will be reflected in his style of doing things. The husband will not get angry at will. It must be his wife who has done something that makes him unacceptable. , So I lost my sense.
The two old servants were fighting for their respective masters, and the beep of fingerprint recognition came from the door of the living room.
Squeak, the spacious door opened.
Sister Wang and Aunt Zhou were silent immediately and hurried to greet them, but they saw the tall and handsome figure standing under the door light, the camel woolen coat was soaked in rain, and they were as cold as chill.
But his face was very decadent and tired, and his black eyebrows were tightly locked, only those slender and piercing eyes, the more they were smoked by alcohol, the darker they were.
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"Mr. is back."
Shen Mocheng nodded lightly, took off his coat, put it on the coat rack, and changed his shoes with a low waist.
Black trousers, black men's cotton socks, black cotton tows, only the slim shirt that outlines the upright figure on the upper body is elegant khaki.
He smoked, was silent, did not talk to the two servants, went to the living room sofa, sat down, and turned on the TV.
Sister Wang brought a cup of hot water and handed a dry towel.
His black hair is short and stiff, and he is erect when he gets wet, which shows that this man has a bad temper.
Shen Mocheng drank water, his eyes wandering on TV financial news, wondering if he had watched it.
Time ticked by, from six o'clock to seven o'clock, the rain was still falling outside the window, the sky was gray, but it was a little brighter.
That man, he was always cold.
Aunt Zhou kept giving Sister Wang a wink, but Sister Wang was also uncertain. Finally, she lost her breath and opened her mouth softly, "Mr. Mrs. She..."
Shen Mocheng pursed his thin lips and raised his eyes, staring at Sister Wang.
Sister Wang was swept away by his stern gaze, and said courageously, "Mister is okay to be busy? Then go upstairs to see the wife?"
The man put down the remote control he was playing with in his slender fingers, stood up with his hands in his pants pockets, and nodded indifferently.
It seems that after waiting all morning, I was waiting for Sister Wang's words.
Sister Wang followed behind, unavoidably resentful, how could she be like this, she also wanted face in front of her servants, alas, the man whose wife married her.
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On the second floor of the husband and wife's master bedroom, he frowned tightly, closed his red eyes all night, and reached out to open the door.
There was no light in the bedroom, and the curtains were drawn. Only a little white light leaking in from the corridor happened to fall on the face of the person on the bed.
His white round face was extremely haggard, and he was so far away, he could see that weak and pale.
Shen Mocheng stood by the door, his eyebrows still locked in hostility and disappointment, high up, staring at her blankly.
This stalemate was so long and lifeless, he was reluctant to just look at her from such a distance and walk away. After all, he walked to the bedside. He smelled her breath, fragrant and fragile.
As a result, his very hard and hard heart softened a little bit by no means.
The paleness on her face, the redness on her neck, and her body still trembling slightly when she fell asleep, all showed what kind of bastard he was on the bed.
I haven't done it a few times, and he was doing evil all the time.
He didn't want it either, he had so many tenderness to give his girl, but does she appreciate it?
Shen Mocheng sat down on the chair decadently, gently picked up her long hair sticking to her cheeks, and moved her palms from her cheeks to the back of her head, holding up her sweaty head, the painful expression on the small cheeks in the palms Don't make him feel soft?
But this makes him soft-hearted girl. She lied to him yesterday. She went to the hospital to accompany other men. He called her. She lied unblinking once and refused to answer twice. The most painful thing was her. Blocking in front of him, she guarded other men, she was afraid he would hit that man.
Having sex last night, she wrote on her face with reluctance and disgust. She was never wet, and it was difficult to move him in. No matter how painful she was, she would not cry or cry, let alone feel.If you don't feel it for him, then whose touch can you feel it?
He sneered, and his eyes grew dark again.
The girl's head moved lightly in the palm of his palm, and Shen Mocheng returned to his senses.
She licked her chapped lips, her cheeks wriggling against his cold palm, she didn't know it was him, and muttered, "Auntie, drink water, water water,"
He was stunned for a moment, and wanted to get up and call Aunt Zhou, but he took the water cup by himself and fed it to her.
Reluctant to drink, she spilled her face.