The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

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The priest leaned languidly on the swivel chair, kicked on his shiny leather shoes lightly, and the wheel slid back to the wall.

He folded his long legs, played with his fingertip pens indifferently, raised the corner of his coquettish eyes, and asked playfully, "She's dead?"

"Not yet." Ives shook his head, "However, I heard that Mu Wanqing's illness is very serious and he won't live long."

Hearing that, the priest did not get the pleasure he imagined.

On the contrary, when he heard these remarks, his heart suddenly tightened, "I can't live long, how long?"

Deep down in my heart, there was a strong idea.

This strange sense of suffocation, like being strangled by a big palm, made him almost breathless.

He doesn't want her to die, he wants her to live...

Even crazily wishing she could live.

"Up to two months." A wicked light flashed through Ives' eyes, "If we use some means, as long as we can stimulate her, she will soon..."

"Shut up." The priest yelled suddenly.

If it were before, the thing he dreamed of was that Ye Yuchen and the people around him could all live better than die.

But now, hearing that Ives was trying to kill Mu Wanqing, the priest suddenly felt a sense of irritation.

"Dare you try to move her." The priest narrowed his long eyes.

Ives was shocked. He looked at the man in front of him incredulously, and couldn't help but produce a terrible guess in his heart.

"Young Master, shouldn't you..."

"Ives, are you sure to speculate on my thoughts?" The priest raised his eyebrows lightly, seemingly not sullen, but between his deep eyebrows, there was a hint of warning.

Ives fell silent for a moment.

He squeezed his fist and then released it again. "The subordinates dare not."

"Heh..." The priest snorted coldly.

He looked down at the position of his chest, the feeling of suffocation and suffocation had not disappeared, and the blockage made him irritable.

How could he fall in love with the woman Mu Wanqing?

But there is only one side.

The priest's red lips twitched lightly and sneered, "I just coveted her eyes, it would be nice to dig them out and send them to Xueer someday."

Hearing this, Ives sweated from behind.

The priest's tone was extremely dark, as cold as a demon who killed people without blinking. He wanted to dig people's eyes and then casually spoke out. The harsh methods were extraordinary...

"If it's okay, get out."

The priest suddenly stopped turning his fingers, leaned over and patted the pen between his fingers on the desk.

Ives trembled.

"Yes." After bowing respectfully, he turned around and was about to leave the office, but as if suddenly remembering something, he stopped and turned to look back at the priest.

"What?" The man's tone was lazy.

He slowly raised his eyes, and cast his eyes on Ives with interest, "What else, eh?"

Ives hesitated.

The priest frowned slightly, obviously impatient, "My Elvis, when is it so indecisive?"

There are usually only four reasons that can make men indecisive-money, power, status, and women.

The priest's red lips twitched lightly, wanting to know his answer.

Ives pressed his lips tightly, seeming to endure some special emotions in his heart, and finally said in a cold voice, "Young Master, what should Nam Xuexin do with this woman?"

"Oh?" The priest tuned his voice, clearly.

It turned out that Ives’ weakness was the woman named Mu Xuexin... She used to be the person next to her.

Thinking about this, the priest's body's breath was cold.