Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

Hermor had never been in such a mess in his life. He turned around and was about to catch the culprit. But Evans, who had foresight, jumped into the car and patted himself on the shoulder in front of him: "hurry up, airport!"

In fact, the driver wanted to stay to see the Marshal's angry appearance. Unfortunately, because the man behind him was also a wolf master, he shivered and ran out with full horsepower and one foot of gas.

In the middle of the night, if there were no other buildings around the Marshal's mansion, I'm afraid the sound of the accelerator would be enough to disturb the residents!

Hummer looked at the farther and farther car, and closed his eyes gently for a long time.

Behind him, Frey had carefully approached: "Miss Leng has returned to her room, are you also ready to rest?"

"How is she?" He rubbed the temple, and thought of her red face, which was almost enchanting, and he felt a little uncomfortable at the bottom of her heart. He can't be sure exactly what's wrong, but he can say in front of Evans, "everything goes with luck, don't remember hatred too deeply. It's not worth it to go back home as soon as it's over. It's not worth destroying your life for others. " Such a person, he really does not believe, she will be really drunk.

"It's OK. I'm good tempered." It's really docile. No matter what he says, Leng Yiyao nods and says yes. When he has never seen her so little white rabbit, he feels guilty. After all, he and Evans joined hands to make her drunk.

"Meek?" "What did you say to her?" Hummer gave him a strange look at his fingertips

Frey touched his face and thought there should be nothing on his face, but why was the Marshal's eyes a little strange? "It's nothing. It's just trivial things, toiletries and so on." There has never been a woman staying in the Marshal's house. Everything was originally placed in the guest room. There were no pajamas and articles for women's special use. That is to say something to the other party simply. If you need something, you can call the inside line and let the duty room follow you.

"Which room did you take her to?" Hemer lowered his eyes, turned and walked towards the house.

"It's the one on the second floor." Frey followed, only to find that no matter how fast he accelerated, he could not keep up with the Marshal's pace and had to trot all the way.

"Dong Dong Dong" --

Leng Yiyao just came out of the bathroom when she heard a dense knock on the door, which seemed to be very urgent.

She looked down at what she was wearing. The original coat had been thrown into the washing machine, and she only casually put on the bathrobe. But listening to the knock on the door, it's not the character of hemer.

"Just a moment." She wrapped up her wet hair and went to the door in her slippers.

As soon as the door opened, people on both sides were stunned.

Frey ran in front of hemer and knocked on the door for him. Who knows, as soon as he opened the door, it was a beautiful woman out of the bath!

The key is that the other party casually put on a white bathrobe, and the clavicle is still dripping with water.

The white towel wrapped her hair together, revealing her long and slender neck. The drop of water followed her fever all the way down, across the clavicle, slowly winding until it disappeared into the invisible place below

He suddenly blushed and his heart beat fast. His first reaction was to turn his back over his body, cover his eyes, and clench his teeth.

What, what to do?

Will marshal kill him alive?

But he, he didn't mean to?

How did he know that Miss Leng was obviously drunk and still had to take a bath?

Besides, she, how could she come to the door dressed like this?

Hemer's eyes are deep, and there seems to be a piece of hot ice and fire in the dark pupil. He just looked at Leng Yiyao standing in front of the door, from her fever, to her clavicle, to her slender waist, and finally to her white legs.

It is symmetrical and graceful, without a trace of flesh, as if it was carved by the God with a knife and pen.

When he heard his heart trembling violently, he slowly regained his calm. Then he took off his coat and put it on her: "is it convenient to talk?"

Leng Yiyao looks up at him for a moment.

This person's expression, from just opened the door to now, is almost unchanged. I will stand still in spite of the wind and rain. It's mostly about people like him.

But, glancing at Frey next to him, she was shaking with her shoulders locked, and she couldn't help looking down at her bathrobe. Seriously, it's knee length and long sleeve robe. Except for the slightly V-shaped neckline, other clothes for ordinary people are not very different. What kind of stimulation did he have to show that the world was about to end?

"Come in, please." In contrast, her performance makes Leng Yiyao extremely satisfied. She leaned over to give way to the door without hesitation.

However, if there is a third person on the scene, she will feel that Frey is completely OK. As an unmarried girl of Yun Ying, she is in a country where men and women are different from each other. To be honest, her reaction is really wonderful.Hemer's toes pause for a moment as he passes her, and then, as if nothing happened, he chooses a reclining chair on the windowsill and sits down.

"You don't come in?" Leng Yiyao looks at Frey strangely. Isn't he always going to where hemer goes? Why don't you go in now?

"I, I have something else to do. I won't go in." Frey's voice trembled, and almost subconsciously turned his face and walked back to the road. I'm kidding. Marshal has something to talk to her. Why does he run over? Be a pole? Besides, how dare he share the same room with her in terms of her "naked" appearance? Want to die in your room tonight? He didn't think as fast as Evans, but at least he wasn't stupid?

Leng Yiyao just watched Frey rush out like fleeing the wilderness and walked back to his room. His first reaction was that he probably drank too much tonight?

"Would you like tea?" Before taking a bath, because she was thirsty, she specially burned some water. The tea was ready-made. She was ready to make tea. When she saw hemer sitting there, she inquired meaningfully.

"Good." He followed good advice as if he were not in a hurry to get to the point.

So, for a moment, she stood in front of the small water table to make tea, and he sat on the balcony chair and watched.

No one spoke, but the atmosphere was not tense at all.

Until, she sent two cups of tea to the balcony, put on the tea table, only a faint smile, "I go to blow a head, wait a moment."

It doesn't matter if the clothes can't be changed for a moment. If her hair is wet and dried for a few minutes in this cold night, she will have a cold tomorrow. With her delicate body, she is really convinced.

"Help yourself." Hemer picked up the cup and took a sip. The tea was the same, but she made it as if she were different from herself and Evans. Clear between more than a touch of sweet and bitter, but sweet back. Water, there is nothing special, using pure water instead of special snow water or spring water, but why is it different?

She was about to go to bed. The lights in her room were not fully turned on. Most of the corner lights and wall lamps were dominated by the yellow light which did not affect the sight. At this moment, the figure of her side head blowing was particularly confusing.

That thin waist, gently bent, seems to be for the convenience of blowing hair, but from this point of view, it is clear and soft to have no edges and corners. The three minutes she had been on the lawn came to him subconsciously.

Every time, when Evans was about to get close to her side, she would easily wriggle past. The body swung away at an incredible angle, but there was no discomfort in her face.

The black silk scarf is covered in her eyes, which clearly limits her sight. However, her actions are like printed in her bones and can be changed at any time and anywhere.

The combination of hardness and softness!

It was his only sense of the game she had just played.

However, as a woman, she dares to confront Evans, and the key is to let her win.

His eyes went up her waist and landed on her pink cheek.

Still with a red halo, like a large group of peony competing to bloom.

When he delivered the tea, he could clearly smell the wine in her mouth.

So, is the wine really drunk?

When Leng Yiyao dried her hair and spread it out, she had already drunk half of the tea in her cup.

She looked up and gave him a gentle smile: "marshal, what's the matter with me so late?"

As the saying goes, everything goes on the Sanbao hall.

Although she is to borrow, but in the middle of the night, lonely men and women, in the end is not suitable. That is to say, she has a big heart and doesn't care about these details.

She sat down on the couch in front of hemer, picked up the teacup in her right hand and sipped it. Astringent, moist, bitter, sweet. Very contradictory taste, but let her a little can't stop. I'm afraid it's such a good tea. I'm afraid it's a sacrifice. She had been to the Empire for so long that she only drank in the Marshal's house.

"Leng did not leave the capital, do you know?" He put down his tea cup, and his eyes were on her. At this moment, the moon reflected. Her eyes were calm and self-contained. She seemed to be out of tune with all kinds of flashiness. His heart was finally slowly fixed, and his lips could not help but draw a radian.

Her sister, whose face was cut by her and scared to go to the doctor immediately?

Leng Yiyao blinked, thinking that the girl's perseverance was finally beyond her expectation. She thought that as soon as she turned around and called her cheap father, she would rush back to find the best doctor and use the best medicine. She would like to be away from her.

"I don't know. But it doesn't matter to me that she stays here How thick is the cheek to dare to stop her in Saint? The key is that, as for her courage, she does not dare to appear at will.

"The cold family also has assets in the capital. Why don't you start from here?" As far as he knows, all of her expenses are cold Weiran, and she can take it and use it. Using a fruit knife to directly scratch Leng Yifen's face is not only to hit Leng Yifen, but also to hit Leng Weiran's face vividly. Since she is ready to ask for 40% of Leng's group's shares, she can start in the capital. Why should she split her face with her family instead?In his impression, she is not so far fetched.

Feelings you know what I do in the cabin, you have to say it? Leng Yiyao hugs her arm and can't help but drum up her mouth. In that way, she is clearly a pink doll that hasn't been opened for a long time. "Why give them a chance to take the moral high ground. The transfer of stock rights is "willingly" given to me, annexing assets. Even if I take the equity, I will be suppressed by public opinion. " She's not stupid. She does it by herself. She doesn't have a good reputation.

To inquire about the Marshal's whereabouts, Leng Weiran now wishes to rot in his own stomach. How dare he tell others that she is taking advantage of this to coerce him?

Even if it is Leng Chao, he can only accept his fate. At least, she left him 60 percent of the inheritance. Either fish die, or cut meat to pay, in her, there is no third way to choose.

Suddenly, from her lazy voice, hemer found out her real intention.

Once and for all!

Just willing to do it with Evans, and that's why.

Although only a group of people were transferred from him, in the eyes of outsiders, no matter who went out of his residence, it completely represented his attitude.

She said that power oppresses people. She is really ready to use his deterrent power to block up and down the cold family.

Is there such a father daughter relationship in the world?

He suddenly remembered that when he was in D City, Frey had also produced an investigation report on Leng Yiyao. It was obvious that the neglected little daughter was a little resentful of her father's partiality, but why did he do this? What's more, the competition just now.

"What fighting skills do you practice?" Evans has been grinding in the military field since childhood. He has experienced all kinds of boxing and training, and many experts have met him. But just now, in addition to the first minute, there is still a little room for him to make a move. In the next two minutes, he is almost beaten. She is the daughter of a businessman. Where did she get the chance to acquire this unique skill?

Leng Yiyao's eyes suddenly became cool. The curly smoke of the tea moistened her eyes, as if covered with a layer of fog for her. She squinted and seemed to smile, but the smile was cold and piercing, which made people feel cold.

"It's not a skill, it's just a wild road." If this sentence was heard by the instructor who taught her martial arts at that time, I'm afraid it would be very angry and painstaking. But it doesn't matter. After all, the other party has already settled down. After thinking about it, I was in a hurry for many years. In the end, what I left behind was the skills I hated so much.

"Wild road?" Hermit's eyes were suddenly deep and quiet, with stars on the bottom of his eyes, but he couldn't even penetrate the last trace of moonlight.

Can wildway suppress Evans's fighting skills, which she has been practicing for so many years, so that she can be as skillful as she likes?

Did she lie to him at all, or didn't want to say it from the beginning to the end?