Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

The torture of the night last night wiped out all the vigor from Ye Shayan.

This night, she truly realized that what is meant by the disparity in power between men and women, and that she has no chance of winning at all if she wants to fight against men.

She didn't want to experience that unbearable night again, and she would be crazy if she came again a few times.

"Is it wrong now? It's too late."

The tone of the canonization did not fluctuate, and the tone was light and cold.

He seemed to be reluctant to take another look at Ye Shayan. He turned around and walked towards the coffee table in front of the sofa.

There is a plate of fruit on the coffee table and a fruit knife next to it.

The canonization walked to the coffee table, bent slightly, with slender fingers with distinct joints, and picked up the fruit knife about 15 centimeters long.

"Canonization, what are you doing?"

As soon as Ye Shayan saw the Fengsheng walking towards her again with a knife, her hair draped on the bed like a mad woman, her eyes immediately went crazy.

What does the canonization want?

Does he want to kill Jiang Haifeng like Dujiang Haifeng too?

"Shengsheng, don't mess around! Anyway, we classmates, will you let me go? I promise you will never show up in front of you and Luo Yangyang again!

With the example of Jiang Haifeng's death without a whole body, Ye Shayan saw the fruit knife flashing coldly in Fengsheng's hand.

The fear that rose from the bottom of her heart spread to all her limbs, and this fear spread to her brain, making her crazy.

She doesn't want to die, she is still very young, not even thirty years old, she doesn't want to die like this.

"For the sake of classmates, I've already let you off once, this time you have to hit the gun."

Feng Sheng didn't look at Ye Shayan, his cold eyes drooped slightly, and he casually played with the cold fruit knife in his hand.

There is a scar on Yang Yang's shoulder. He has to poke a few blood holes in Ye Shayan's body to repay the knife?

Yaquan looked at the fruit knife in Fengsheng's hand, and suddenly understood what Fengsheng wanted to do.

After the canonization reached the foot of the bed, he took a step forward:

"Boss, let me do it, don't stain your hands."

Feng Sheng's cold eyes lifted, and after taking a sharp look at Ya Quan, he immediately placed the fruit knife on Ya Quan's outstretched palm.

"What are you going to do? If you kill me, it is illegal and you will go to jail!"

Ye Shayan looked at the fruit knife that seemed to determine her destiny, transferred from the canonized hand to Ya Quan's hand, the fear in his heart not only did not decrease, but became stronger.

She was afraid that she would die here today, and she was afraid that no one would know how she died in this life.

The canonization simply ignored Ye Shayan's yelling.

He didn't even look at her. Wearing a black suit, he retreated to the wall, leaned back lightly, and leaned against the wall.

Fengsheng just looked at the front with cold eyes, his eyes fell to the end of the bed, Ye Shayan's figure was still not in his field of vision.

When Yaquan took the fruit knife and walked towards Ye Shayan who was lying on the bed.

Jim, who had been sitting on the bedside table, looked at the canonization without expression and suddenly got up and walked towards him.

"Boss, do you smoke?"

Ya Quan took a cigar from his suit pocket and handed it to the canonization.

Feng Sheng's cold eyes rolled, he glanced at Jim, took the cigar, and gently held the **** lips with a suitable thickness.