The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

The crazy side of Qin Lu was basically invisible to outsiders.

The label of the young master of the Qin family is an important status, and the old master Qin has strict discipline on Qin Lu's personal image.

It can be said that old man Qin chose Wen Ci to be his future daughter-in-law because he took a fancy to his ideal personality and virtues. The old man hoped that Wen Ci could be a mirror for Qin Lu.

It's a pity that both the old man and Wen Ci can see that Qin Lu is not a person who can cultivate good virtue.

Of the two people who could see through Qin Lu the most, one chose stricter discipline and restraint, while the other chose indulgence.

Wen Ci felt that he could bring his fiancé a free future by himself, and Qin Lu didn't need to work hard to change anything, at least in front of him.He really thought so, and put it into practice, and kept working hard.

Of course Wen Ci doesn't think so anymore, but Qin Lu doesn't know.

Qin Lu is used to facing Wen Ci with his truest side. Like a cheetah all over his body, he tore off the strap of Wen Ci's nightgown, imagining that he would have a hard time tonight and make people mess up. It doesn't matter if you cry, if you coax him afterwards, your fiancée who loves him deeply will forgive him.

However, after the man tore apart the beauty's nightgown passionately, he found that there was a set of silk short-sleeved pajamas in the nightgown? ?

He froze for a moment, and let out an impotent and furious roar!

I don't have any experience of being a fiancé! ! !

"It's been two years, and you still don't want to do this kind of thing with me!"

Qin Lu's eyes turned red, and he didn't take off his clothes at all. He buried his head and gnawed on Wen Ci's shoulder, where the neckline was pulled loose, and the lower mouth was covered with snow muscle, dazzling white.

This attitude of gnawing like a jackal and showing no mercy frightened Song Yang who rushed into the door.

Song Yang was not mentally prepared at all, his body was driven by his brain to rush forward, and with the grasping move of Jiuyin White Bone Claw, he firmly grabbed Qin Lu's head 0.01 cm away from the fangs cutting into the beauty's shoulder...

Qin Lu's head was like a basketball under Song Yang's big palm. He picked it up and almost threw it out with a three-point shot...

Qin Lu was stunned for a second, and after two seconds of bewilderment, he waved away the nine-yin white bone claws on his head, and turned around to roar.

"What's the matter with you? Do you not want to do it anymore, or are you blind? Didn't you see that I was having sex with my fiancee? Get out of here!"

Song Yang was slapped by the man, took two steps back and hit the wardrobe.

The thoughtless young man was stunned, and for a moment he was led astray by the man, feeling that he, an outsider, really needed to avoid him.

But at that moment, after the man threw himself back like a beast, his brain moved Song Yang's body again. Not only did he not roll, but he intensified his efforts to lift up a small stool from the side of the bed, and a blunt blow—a precise blow To the back of Qin Lu's head.

Before the poor young master could react, he rolled his eyelids, fell on top of Wen Ci, and passed out.

The young man suddenly became terrified after realizing it. He stared at the "murder weapon" in his hand with rounded eyes, and threw it out in fright.

The low stool thundered on the wooden floor and rolled around twice, like a head.

Song Yang's feet went limp, and the hair on his head exploded. While looking at the "surviving" beauty on the bed in horror, he backed up, waved his hands, and shook his head until his back touched the corner of the wall and he could not retreat.

"I, I, I didn't do it on purpose. I beat people professionally. I didn't hit a key place. I didn't hit a hemiplegia. I didn't hit my brain. I won't have any side effects except fainting for a while. You won't report it. call the police? orz"

Then after calling the police, how to declare his crime?

Hinder, prevent prospective unmarried couples from having intercourse?

……

……

Song Yang's whole body cracked.

Fortunately, the words are warm and caring?Stick the broken guy back with words, "Why should I call the police? Although they are unmarried couples, even if they are legal couples, there are cases of rape/rape in marriage, not to mention that he is not married to me. I should thank you Yes, taught this bastard a lesson for me."

Wen Ci kicked Qin Lu off the bed, and the eldest and young master rolled twice on the floor like a ball.

Song Yang was taken aback.

Why is this fiancee more ruthless than herself?

Has the relationship between the two really broken down to this point?

His heart pounded twice for some unknown reason, but before he could think about it, he caught sight of the messy beauty on the bed packing up his pajamas, and was stunned.

The pajamas consisted of two layers, the outer layer of long nightgown was basically torn off, and the belt was thrown under the bed; There is a long opening, and most of the shoulders are exposed.

With a blank expression on his face, Wen Ci put back the tattered half of the neckline, put on a white robe and pajamas, and went down to pick up his belt.

When picking up the belt, don't forget to kick the beast on the ground again.

Afterwards, the robe was closed, the belt was fastened, and he looked at the young man.

The boy turned his head away suddenly!The movement was so violent that I almost twisted my neck...

Wen Ci didn't seem to notice his peeping, and walked towards him with even slightly worried eyes, and patted his shoulder.

"However, knocking Qin Lu unconscious directly is really out of line.

You may not know his identity yet, he is the eldest son of the Qin family, he has been favored by many people since he was a child, and his family is powerful and rich.There was once a young master from a family who offended him, and he chased him to eight cities. It was useless to hide in his grandma's house in the far north, but he sneaked out and made him a snowman, with [-] generations of ancestors.Since then, few dared to touch him..."

Song Yang was stunned, trembling~ and let out a sound.

Wen Ci withdrew his hand and propped his chin to think, "But don't worry too much, this matter is caused by me, you can work hard with me from now on, I will protect you, and I won't let them know that you were knocked out It belonged to the young master of the Qin family."

Song Yang was silent for a while, feeling as if something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong, anyway, it seemed that the beauty was helping him clean up the mess?

I couldn't help but said again, "Then, thank you."

Wen Ci smiled as a philanthropist, "Call me the boss."

Song Yang: "...Old, boss."

In the end, Song Yang got off work smoothly, and before leaving get off work, he cooperated with Boss Wen to deal with (?) the young master of the Qin family.

Under Wen Ci's order, Song Yang carried Qin Lu onto his Maybach like he was carrying a sack.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, this move was like moving a corpse, Song Yang swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Wen Ci exuded the amiability of the boss, and put on a coat to send the boy to the gate of the courtyard.

The wrought iron gate slowly slid open, and Boss Wen assigned the task for tomorrow.

"Remember to arrive at work on time tomorrow. From now on, the kitchen will clock in at 7:11 am, 5:[-] noon, and [-]:[-] pm every day. You know, I have a bad stomach and I have to eat on time, so don't be late. Prepare my favorite food. I will prepare the menu every day. I will send it to you one night in advance, and when you come to the door, bring the ingredients, have I explained everything clearly?"

"...It's clear." Song Yang nodded.

"So you will come tomorrow?" Wen Ci said with a smile.

Song Yang paused, "Come on!"

Wen Ci: "Then you get off work and see you tomorrow."

Song Yang: "See you tomorrow!"

The wrought iron gate slowly closed again.

Wen Ci looked at the young man's back as he walked away, and the smile on his face settled down. He seemed to be relieved, or raised his breath, and folded his arms to hug himself gently.

Then he took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket and contacted his assistant Jiang He, "Come to my villa to pick up the young master of the Qin family. He accidentally rolled down the stairs and bit his head. Take him to the hospital for a careful examination." Let the doctor issue a detailed examination certificate and hand it over to me."

Jiang He: "?"

After giving the order, Wen Ci hung up the phone, walked through the courtyard, and went back to his villa.

From the gate of the courtyard to the gate of the villa, at a distance of about 50 meters, a black Maybach was abandoned on the parking driveway like an orphan. Qin Lu lay crookedly in it, motionless, Wen Ci's eyes never turned away.

Wen Ci returned to the villa.

He locked the door and dismantled a lot of large couriers, which he bought a few days ago. When he got home today, he went to the collection point in the park to pick them up.

All are super-large storage boxes, there are as many as a dozen, each with a size of 95cm, 67cm, and 54cm. After being lined up, they can be full and occupy more than half of the living room space.

Wen Ci left some boxes in the living room and dragged some boxes upstairs.

Empty boxes rattled on the steps.

Wen Ci first lost five boxes in his bedroom.

Open the entire closet door on the left wall of the bedroom, and enter the ten-square-meter cloakroom.

The cloakroom was full of clothes and beds.

Wen Ci used to be busy with work and seldom at home, and Qin Lu seldom stayed in the house. Most of the clothes were full of Qin Lu's clothes, three or four sets of nightgowns, three or four sets of pajamas, shirts, suits, handsome clothes, etc. There are six or seven leather jackets each, as well as seasonal clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter. As long as Wen Ci thinks they look good, no matter how expensive they are, they will be bought back.

There are not many pieces that Qin Lu actually wore.

Most of the clothes tags are not cut.

Wen Ci tore off one by one, and threw them all together with the hangers into the storage box.

Move another stool, climb up, and take down the bedding and bedding set boxes in the high-rise wall cabinet and throw them into the storage box.

If these neat cloth bags and suit boxes are opened one by one, it is not difficult to find that most of them are red. Wen Ci likes to pick red bed sheets and quilt covers, and always feels that he will be able to use them soon.

Throw away the underwear and socks in the drawer, as well as Qin Lu's tie, red, blue, striped, checkered, all thrown away.

After cleaning the cloakroom, the cloakroom was almost empty, with only a few sets of formal suits and pajamas that Wenci often wore hanging there.

Wen Ci kicked out the five storage boxes that were filled in an instant.

Drag another one in and pack the small items.

For example, there are countless photo frames on the bedside table and TV cabinet, large and small, all of which are pictures of Wen Ci and Qin Lu.The one that was dropped by Qin Lu before was just the tip of the iceberg.

There is also a photo album in the drawer, which are single photos of the eldest and young master, most of which were secretly taken by Wen Ci.

There were also two ugly dolls leaning against the bed. It was a rare date with Qin Lu. The young master took a second look, so Wen Ci grabbed it from the claw machine.

Small items like this are not only in the bedroom, but everywhere in the villa. It is a little surprise Wen Ci left for himself.

Now these surprises are all in the recycle bin.

Seven storage boxes were stuffed.

There are also the pillows that were hugged by Qin Lu on the sofa in the whole house, the cups used for drinking water, the tableware used for eating, the men's toothbrush, mouthwash cup, towels in the bathroom...all of these things are matched with Wenci The limited edition, after throwing away, it will never be a pair again.

More than a dozen storage boxes eventually turned into a small train, and were dragged out of the villa one by one by Wen Ci.

The pulleys rolled on the cobbled road.

The night was so dark that the moon was swallowed into the clouds.

Wen Ci works all year round, and is not a great athlete who can do physical activity for a long time. With stomach problems, he is not suitable for overwork. It took the beauty five or six hours to empty the house.

The big beauty's face was covered with beads of sweat, and the wrapped nightgown had long since become loose again, and the silk pajamas inside were soaked in a lot of sweat.

Panting, he carried the boxes to the trunk of the car and transported them to the garbage collection point in the park.

Then when I got home, I took off my clothes and lay down in a big white bathtub filled with water.

The big beauty is like an exhausted doll, most of her body is sleeping in the water, with her head leaning on the top of the bathtub.

The shower above the head was still pouring hot water continuously, the doll's eyes were wet and wide open, and the mist enveloped the beauty, blurring that delicate face that looked more and more like a doll.

In the mist, the beauty who had been motionless for a long time finally moved. He sat up from the water, bent his knees and buried his head in a hug.

Buried between his knees, those light brown pupils were black, like dyed gems.

The next day, when Song Yang entered the villa with two large vegetable baskets and entered his password and fingerprints, he found Wen Ci in the bathroom.

The water has cooled down.

Water trickled out through the crack of the door, and the floor tiles and walls were wet all night.

Wen Ci sat in the bathtub full of cold water, kept embracing his knees and burying his head, and remained motionless.

A large piece of smooth back is exposed, and it is bent fiercely. You can clearly see the pair of butterfly bones cut by a knife, and the spine bone submerged in the water all the way. It is too thin!The two arms are also very slender, Song Yang should eat more, one arm can even hold two warm words?The most terrifying thing is the skin, white and transparent, the whole person does not seem to be alive, like a moldy mushroom trapped in a house that has not seen the sun much.

Rotten mycelia.

Without even thinking about it, Song Yang threw a big white bath towel on the boss, and quickly picked him up from the bathtub!