Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

But what about that, not the same death in his hands?

Song worries and woke up, the long eyelashes gently twitched a few times, slowly open his eyes.

In the eye, it was a sly face, and she woke up at once.

She stared at Cheng Jianxin, "Cheng Cheng?"

"You, President Cheng, is so ironic."

Cheng Jianxin bent over, grabbed Song’s worry-free neck, looked at her violently, and said coldly: "Do you know why I want to catch you?"

"kill me."

Song looked at him calmly and calmly. He was holding his throat and breathing poorly. He said softly: "You have to talk to me again, and you have to lick my neck. What do you mean? I have been caught by you. It’s a matter of time, killing, can you not lick my neck like this before I finish talking to me?”

She has been tied to her hands and feet with a rope by Cheng Wanduo. Don't say that she is struggling. She is sitting on a soft sofa and wants to stand up. It is not an easy task.

"There is personality." Cheng Jianxin let go of Song Wushou and looked at her with sneer: "It's a pity that you are the daughter of Ban Dechang. Otherwise, I will see you in such a personality, and you will not die."

Song Wuxi looked at him coldly: "I am the daughter of Ban Dechang, do you want to kill me? You have killed his family, and even the servants and bodyguards who work in the class have not let go, now even his only Your daughter is not let go? You should be the most heartless, most ruthless president."

"As long as I keep my presidency, I don't care who you kill, nor will you be soft because you are pregnant."

"If you do this, don't you fear the people of the country protest?"

This statement poked the pain of Cheng Jianxin.

Cheng Jianxin was not afraid of killing her. She was afraid that after killing her, the people came to the Dragon Palace to protest.

However, compared with protesting and killing her, it is of course more important to kill her.

Cheng Jianxin suddenly looked up and laughed haha.

The laugh is terrible, and the laughter can be cold to the bones.

Song worries coldly, looking at him contemptuously, the devil!

“National people protest?”

Cheng Jianxin suddenly stopped his laughter. He stared at Song Wuwei with gaze. "Do you think that this president is a waste? If they come to protest, how much I will die!"

Song had no worries, and some worried that through the previous two protests, she was sure that if the public knew that she was dead, she would definitely protest.

I don't know if it is the reason for Cheng Junhua's death. She has a hunch that if the people really protest, Cheng Jianxin will really kill them as he said.

"Cheng Jianxin, you are not worthy of being president!" Song Wuxi looked coldly at Cheng Jianxin: "The president is a person who loves the people. If you look at you, what have you done to them!"

"Don't tell me that it doesn't match!" Cheng Jianxin waved his arms angrily and approached hysterically and said: "In their minds, only Ban Dechang is a good president. I do more to them and they can't see them. It's better not to do anything!"

"You didn't do it, how do you know that they can't see it? You don't do it, they can never see it!"

"Snapped--"

Under the wrath of Cheng Jianxin, he slaps a slap in the face of Song’s worry-free face. He stares blankly at Song Wushou. "You are just a jealous woman. I am not qualified to point me how to be a president!"

Cheng Wanduo frowned, silently watching Song’s left face swollen in an instant.