He was so fierce and powerful, she had to find something to defend herself from.
Yinzai held the steering wheel and suddenly shivered. His whole body felt cold, as if there was a dark wind blowing from behind.
I remember that in today's chairman's meeting, those ten old men were very angry and vetoed his decisions at every turn. They were obviously menopausal and looking for trouble!
It seemed that they were all too idle. He had to think of a way to find something to keep those old men busy!
As for finding something that keeps them busy and willing to do it, after much deliberation, there is only one thing.
OK!
He asked Ouyang Xiyu to give him a child within a year, and then left it to ten old men to play with——
Cultivating the next generation of heirs is something that the ten old men have always been thinking about. For him, it is also the lowest cost thing.
After all, pregnancy, pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding are all women's business. He is only responsible for one sperm.
Only a fool would not do such a cost-effective and simple transaction.
Yinzai suddenly shuddered again, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
The car stopped in front of the seaside villa. Yin Zaifang got out of the car and was greeted by the butler Dantoni, who bowed at a 45° angle and said, "Sir, you are back."
Yinzai nodded and threw his suit jacket to Dantoni.
Dantoni took it and followed Yinzai, "Sir, the master bedroom has been decorated according to your wishes. My wife has seen it and has no objections."
Yinzai paused, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stepped forward again. His tall figure looked particularly slender and handsome in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Yinzai pushed open the door of the living room and saw Murong Rong running around holding a quilt. A pair of bare feet, flawlessly white, ran back and forth on the soft carpet.
Yinzai folded his hands on his chest and leaned against the door, watching Murong Rong squatting busy under the wine rack, clearing out the wine and stuffing it into a thick quilt.
He ran into the bedroom with the sheets in his arms, banging and banging, not knowing what he was doing.
Yinzai walked in and found Murong Rong lying under the bed with his little butt raised as if he was hiding something.
He looked over the edge of the bed and landed on the corner of the bed, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
what is that?
Iron rod? Where did it come from?
Stone? Where did you pick it?
Hemp rope? Who gave it to you?
Also, some shiny fruit knives!
With a room full of murder weapons, what does his little bride want to do?: