Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Ya Quan's upper body leaned toward Ye Shayan who was tied to the center of the bed. He was holding a **** fruit knife in his right hand, and a few drops of blood were splashed on his glasses and face.

In this scene, Yaquan's baby face, which is harmless to the senses, adds a touch of bloodthirsty terror.

When the blood suddenly splashed on Yaquan's glasses, his eyes under the lenses closed and blinked subconsciously.

When Yaquan opened his eyes and saw that a small half of his sight was dyed red, his brows were slightly frowned.

dirty.

His glasses are soiled.

This information broke into his mind, and after causing Ya Quan to frown, the fruit knife in his hand turned around and attacked Ye Shayan again.

"what--"

Ye Shayan screamed again, and there was such a touch of despair in her horrified eyes.

In that instant, all the 15 cm fruit knives were inserted into Ye Shayan a little below her collarbone.

Yaquan held the hand of the fruit knife handle and slowly retracted it. This time, he did not take the fruit knife back.

He took off the blood-stained glasses, and under the glasses, his eyes were calm and calm like the deep sea, and he couldn't see the myopia.

Yaquan's eyes were clear and clear, and he looked at Ye Shayan without a trace of emotion, and said unhurriedly, coldly and warmly:

"You soiled my glasses."

Ya Quan spoke so casually, whether it was her tone or tone, as if she was saying that the weather today is not bad.

but……

Jim looked at Ye Shayan's right shoulder, the dazzling large scarlet on the white sheet, and the fruit knife that was inserted straight into her left shoulder as if to penetrate her left shoulder, leaving only a fruit knife with the handle.

With such a severe technique, looking at Yaquan's careless and indifferent expression, under the strong contrast, Jim's fingers holding the cigar tightened unconsciously.

Fuck!

It could not be seen that the little white face of Ya Quan was so cruel.

Yaquan thrust in with a strong knife, and Ye Shayan fainted gorgeously.

Her hair was very messy, she was scattered on the bed, her face was pale and bloodless, and her forehead was dripping with fine and dense sweat, which should be cold sweat.

At this time, Fengsheng finally lifted his eyes to look at Ye Shayan.

He looked at Ye Shayan, who passed out unconscious after a scream, loosened his fingers, and threw the cigar on the ground casually.

He stepped on the shiny leather shoes lightly, and he stepped on the sparkling cigarette butt.

"Don't let her appear in my sight again."

The gaze of the canonization slowly shifted from Ye Shayan's pale face to Ya Quan's face, who took off his glasses. There was no mood swing in his voice.

His eyes were sharp, as if he was immersed in ice-like canonization. After he finished speaking, he turned around, and the tall figure walked out the door step by step.

"understand."

Yaquan looked at Fengsheng's straight back and turned away, nodding silently in response.

The canonized back figure seemed to be wrapped in a layer of thousand-year-old ice, and Jim was afraid to stare at the canonized back figure with the cold and dazzling aura.

"Yaquan, what does the boss mean? Do you want to give her to..."

Jim raised his hand, put his five fingers together into a knife-like left hand, and put it horizontally on his own neck, making a wiping motion.

What Jim said of her was naturally Ye Shayan who was lying on the bed and passed out.

Yaquan looked at Jim, but didn't answer him immediately.

Although the boss didn't say it clearly, Yaquan had been with him for so many years and naturally knew what he meant.