Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

But what if he dies in his hands?

Song's worry-free ghost woke up, his long eyelashes trembled slightly a few times before slowly opening his eyes.

In her eyes, was a dazzling face, and as soon as she dashed, she woke up.

She opened her eyes and looked at Cheng Jianxin, "President Cheng? ”

“Your voice, President Cheng, is ironic. ”

Cheng Jianxin bent over, pinched Song's worry-free neck, looked at her violently and said coldly: “Do you know why I brought you here? ”

“Kill me. ”

Song looked at him calmly. He strangled him. He couldn't breathe. He said softly: "You're going to talk to me again, you're going to strangle me again. What do you mean? I've already been caught by you. Sooner or later, can you stop strangling me like this before you finish talking to me? ”

She has been tied to her hands and feet with rope by Cheng Wandou. Don't say struggle. Sitting on the soft sofa is not easy for her to get up.

“Personality.” Cheng Jianxin let go of Song without worries and looked at her with a smile: “Unfortunately, you are Ben De Chang's daughter. Otherwise, I will see you around for your personality. ”

Song looked at him with no worries: “I am Ben De Chang's daughter, do you have to kill me? You've killed his whole family, not even the servants and bodyguards who work in Banjo, not even his only daughter now? You're supposed to be the harshest, most heartless president. ”

“As long as I keep my presidency, I don't care who I kill, and I won't be soft because you're pregnant. ”

“Aren't you afraid of protesting all over the country if you do this? ”

In that case, he poked Cheng Jian in a new pain.

Cheng Jianxin was not afraid to kill her. He was afraid to kill her, and the people came to the Dragon Palace to protest.

But, of course, killing her is more important than protesting and killing her.

Cheng Jianxin suddenly looked up and laughed.

The laughter is horrible, and the laughter can get cold in the bones.

Song looks at him in cold, despicable ways, demon!

“National protest? ”

Cheng Jianxin suddenly stopped laughing. He stared at Song Wuxi, “Do you think I'm a loser? They come to protest, I die! ”

Song was not worried, some worried, through the previous two protests, she was sure that if the people knew she was dead, they would come to protest.

Don't know if it is the cause of Cheng Junhua's death, she had a feeling that if the people really protested, Cheng Jianxin would really kill them, as he said.

“Cheng Jianxin, you don't deserve to be president!” Song looked cold at Cheng Jianxin: “The President loves his people. Look at you, what you have done to them! ”

“Don't tell me you don't deserve it!” Cheng Jianxin waved his sleeve in anger, approaching the hysterical drink: “In their heart, only Ben De Chang was a good president. I did more to them, and they couldn't see, so let's not do anything! ”

“How do you know they can't see if you haven't done it? If you don't, they'll never see! ”

“Bang--”

Under the wrath of Cheng Jianxin, he slapped Song's worry-free left face. He stared at Song's worry-free face. "You are just a bitch, you are not qualified to point out how I can be a president! ”

Cheng Wan frowned and looked silently at Song Wuxi's swollen left face at that moment.