Desperate president's wife

Guilty Love Bride: Desperate Wife of the President. Author: Xuecha.

The first side: she just sent a contract, but he gave her medicine. He sneered at her struggle and enjoyed her dissolute "performance" under the control of drugs.

The second side: he coldly asked her to take off her clothes and take the initiative to try. He just used her as a tool to vent, and she only had tears in her eyes.

Third party: "How can you let me go?"

He hooked up an evil smile at the corner of his mouth and put his hand on her abdomen. "I'm pregnant with my child ... and then I'll kill it!" "His eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, and his hands were tight, holding her abdomen heavily.

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"If I die like her, will you leave me alone?" She stroked her slightly bulging abdomen and looked at the endless stream of vehicles.

"death? It's too cheap for you! I want you to die, and it's not that easy to get rid of it so soon! " There was a flash of anger in the pupil, and a sneer at the corners of the mouth.

"I'm so tired ..." Fundus slightly opened the coolness. "I'm sorry, but I still can't let you forget your hatred. Sorry, I can't let you have a good time. I'm sorry, I can't help myself, I'm in love with you ... "Say that finish, jump into the traffic.

"before-"harsh voice pierced the pale sky. ...

Chapter 00 1 was drugged.

Late autumn night, as cold as ice.

The cold wind is like a sharp thorn, which directly penetrates the clothes and drills into the bones.

The dim street lamp sprinkled the soft light like sand on the ground, which made people feel a little warm.

Qiao Xinyu put his frozen hand on his mouth for a few breaths, and the rising plumes of smoke immediately dissipated.

She wants to know what that important contract is. My aunt insisted that she send it to Ren Hotel so late, and stressed that she should give it to the president of the group.

Asked the president's office at the front desk, Qiao Xinyu thought of having an appointment with Fang Ting, so he stepped up and walked into the elevator.

"Ding-dong, Ding-dong" Qiao Xinyu stood in front of the presidential suite with a thick contract in his hand.

Suddenly the door opened and Qiao Xinyu came in slowly.

The heating inside was full, and the warmth slowly surrounded her from her toes, dispelling the cold on her body. There was a faint smell of whisky in the air, mixed with the smell of tobacco, and suddenly a strong sense of oppression came.

Qiao Xinyu immediately looked back, "One!" Scream in surprise.

A man stood less than a foot behind him, with eagle-dove-like sharp eyes looking at her up and down, and his knife-shaped eyebrows slightly picked. "Are you Qiao Xinyu?" His facial lines are like carvings, making it impossible to spy on his emotions, but Qiao Xinyu can feel his hostility.

She hates this feeling of oppression, which will make her feel at a loss. She immediately took two steps back and kept her distance. "President, this is the contract you want." Hand in the yellow leather bag respectfully with both hands.

Ren Muyao's mouth is full of dangerous smiles. Instead of accepting the contract, he went to the bar. "Miss Qiao, thank you for picking me up so late." Slender fingers picked up a bottle of red whisky. "It's too cold outside. Why don't you take a sip to warm yourself up? "

"No, it doesn't matter!" Qiao Xinyu feels full of danger. Back two steps, quickly put the contract on the coffee table.

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