One Hundred Ways to Satisfy Your Beloved Wife

Ben pressured Mountain to see Prince Dubai. By the time he got out of the palace, his CEO had flown away on a plane.

Looking at that secret base's suddenly empty apron, Ben suddenly lost something. Since the CEO's retreat from the killer world a few years ago, the world's fastest private plane, F, has been dust sealed for years.

I didn't think...

Wouldn't the president be afraid to cause a sensation if he walked away with this?

Grandma, Grandma, what are you doing messing with the president?

Not just him, not even Qin Sam, who flew in the middle of the sky, didn't realize how he came out with this on his head.

He was suddenly helpless when he thought about the consequences of that chain.

But in a different perspective, it's not so peaceful in Lower China now, I've been comfortable for too long, it's time to shine my claws. Besides, Lu Qi is a young grandmother of the Qin family, then these bloods and shadows will be known sooner or later.

But he will also do his utmost to keep his family out of danger.

After all, the smell of blood is not so good...

Thinking about it, Qin Sam's mood slowly calmed down.

Hours later, the plane landed steadily in Lower's capital, City H. There is already a private car ready there. Just getting in the car, the driver and assistant reported to Qin Sam every move he made these days at home.

That level of professionalism even describes the punctuation used when Lu Xiao spoke.

“So... Young Grandma hasn't mentioned me in a word these days.” After a moment of meditation, the man gently lifted his lips.

The driver, blindfolded by the cold eyes, shook up and honestly said: "Yes, sir. Young Grandma just heard that after you left, there was nothing else. ”

“Oh.” Qin Sam fronted, never speaking again.

The sweat all over the driver stood up in the cold eyes, and the car drove fast, scared of being careless, and the owner gave it to KO.

As Qin Sam walked into the courtyard, Lu Qian was lying on a hammock in the courtyard, his little body curled together, bent willow leaf eyebrows snapped inward, and a few drops of crystalline sweat beads gathered on his white nose.

The pink lips wrinkled together, and the small, palm-sized face filled with pain.

What's wrong with her?

Qin Sam was trying to reach out, but the people on the hammock were turning over and mumbling.

“Less repair... less repair...”

“Don't...”

“No... no...”

The woman muttered in a low voice, passing into Qin Sam's ear with great clarity. In the evening wind, the sunset blended his long figure with the shadow of the land, which seemed to be such a beautiful scroll. Yet the content is so pale.

He remembered the night of his birthday, and the woman seemed to have been screaming the name, thinking that after all these days, plus the Lu family's things, she should have died.

At this moment, however, it seems to be in the subconscious of Lu Xiao, it does not seem to have let go.

Rather than awaken the woman to question him, he slowly retrieved his gaze from the woman and turned to walk into the lobby.

The servants did not know what Lu Xiao had said in his dream, but looked at the iceberg expression of his president, all of them fearful.

Qin Sam took a bath. The smell of bone killing on his body was well buried. He walked out of the bathroom and was hit by a soft body into his arms.

“Hmm...”

Lu Jianyu rubbed his head like a sleepwalker. As soon as he raised his head, his lips pressed against his cold chest, instantly putting her sanity back into position.

The little white face instantly turns red.

“You... you... you! ”

The man had an extra hint of invisibility in his deep eyes, his cold voice was a little dull, and he tried to control himself.

Heart pounding, woman's head blank. That fiery eye carries an incomparable hegemony.

“Why didn't you contact me? ”

“Am I that scary?” Qin Sam loosened his grip on the woman's hand and rose to cover himself with a nightgown.

Lu Xiao nodded his consciousness and shook his head quickly and violently.

"No, it's not scary... I just... I just haven't gotten used to...”

“Adapt to what?” The man picked his eyebrows and his eyes glistened with an intriguing chill.

“Adapt to our relationship, adapt to you...” Her voice was very light, very light.

In a simple sentence, explain why you are not calling these days.