I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

"Master just brought a woman in, did you all see it?"

Just as everyone was wondering what Qiao Mianmian was, Rennes walked in.

When the maids saw him, they respectfully called: "Ryan Butler."

Renn nodded, and swept his eyes sharply into the crowd, and said with a solemn voice: "That is Mrs. Young, and she will be our hostess in the future. If any of you dare to be a little disrespectful to Mrs. Young, you will leave. Did you hear clearly?"

The maids' eyes widened in shock, and their faces were incredible.

After a few seconds, I replied in unison: "Yes, I see."

After Renn left.

A group of people exclaimed repeatedly.

"God, is that the young lady?"

"So, did Master suddenly get married?"

"Who am I, where am I, what have I experienced?"

*

Qiao Mianmian slept deeply.

Mo Yesi took her into the bedroom and put her on the **** bed. On the way, she didn't wake up.

The girl's petite body was lying on the soft and wide bed, and it seemed that she became more and more petite and thin.

A small one, just as soon as he got into bed, his body curled up like a cute and soft kitten.

The shoulder-length hair spread out, covering half of her face, and the other half of the face exposed was quiet and clever, soft and soft and lovely.

Mo Yesi sat by the bed, reached out and touched her soft face, stared at her quietly for a moment, then bowed her head and printed a soft kiss on her lips.

The young girl's lips were soft and sweet, and the seductive breath between her lips and teeth taught him some emotion.

Just a shallow kiss, he had the urge to want her.

Before her, he never knew that his self-control ability was so bad that she didn't even tempt him, and he responded easily.

He underestimated her attractiveness to herself.

Perhaps this woman is really his savior.

He resisted all women, but he did not resist her.

I have to say that it was like God had arranged it deliberately, arranged that he could not accept other women, and arranged that she became his only exception.

"Qiao Mianmian." The man's voice was low. In such a quiet night, it seemed to have some kind of confusion, "If you are arranged by God, then stay with me forever, stay with me forever, don't leave me. "

"I won't let you go again."

*

Waking up the next day, Qiao Mianmian found her lying on a strange bed.

The bedroom is large and luxurious, and any decoration in the room can be seen as expensive.

On a large black bed, the sheets are black and the quilt is black. Even the lampshade of the wall lamp on the wall is black.

This is a room full of masculinity.

Her clothes have been changed, wearing a light purple silk pajamas, soft and silky texture, expensive at first glance.

She sat up holding the quilt, stunned against the head of the bed for several seconds before she suddenly recovered.

When I found the phone, I opened it and watched the time. His face changed again, and he immediately jumped out of bed.

After washing and packing as quickly as possible, she rushed out of the room and ran downstairs.

*

When I rushed downstairs, I saw a man in his fifties in a black uniform.

Seeing her, the man took a step back and made a deep bow of ninety degrees. Bi Gong called out with respect: "Good morning, Mrs. Young."