Predestined Marriage

Chapter 149: Please, My Dear Wife

Carl discovered that there were many similar questions on the Internet.

But the following answers are essentially the same:

"How long have you been knelt down to him?"

"It is impossible. Before you can make him kneel down, you will give in first."

"Naive."

"There was once a person who asked this question. Then ... he died."

"..."

What the hell were these comments?

Carl looked at many similar posts and found that they had basically the same answers.

There was also a poster came back to answer his own question with only one sentence. "Kneeling down doesn’t feel that bad!"

Carl threw his phone aside and sat down to deal with the documents.

He was also very desperate for being unable to defeat Leonardo.

...

It took Leonardo 20 minutes to get home.

Although Summer asked the stylists to go back, they were unwilling to leave.

She had no choice but to serve them tea in the living room, while she went to the kitchen to cook dinner leisurely.

When Leonardo returned, they had already drunk enough tea. When they saw Leonardo, it was as if they saw a savior. "Mr. Emerson!"

Leonardo glanced at them and asked the bodyguard, "Where is Mrs. Emerson?"

"She is in the kitchen." The bodyguard pointed at the kitchen.

the recipe. She had been thinking about some new dishes recently. She planned to

she heard footsteps coming from outside the

she knew that Leonardo had returned the moment

not to notice him and continued to

recipe in her hand from behind her. Seeing the name of one dish on it,

turning her

around and tried to stand on tiptoe to get the book, but

been angry before that,

shin angrily. "Give me the

attractive than me?" Leonardo raised his eyebrows

glared at him, "Yes.

recipe aside, lowered his head and lightly kissed Summer's lips.

"Didn't you want to help me? I have to ask the help of my dear wife for

made his voice

scratch her ears. Leonardo seemed to have guessed that she would do this. He held her hand quietly and kissed her ear lightly. "Are you going to the

neck at the itch and shouted,

you." Only then did

turned red. Leonardo couldn't help but reach out and pinch her

so she pushed his hand away, "Don't be like

just

to have found another weakness of

pushed him

Summer tried on five sets of dresses, the stylist

words of the stylist, every dress looked good, but she felt that Summer could try

mirror and being dressed up by

playing the beauty card on her

like that he was trying to

gentle when

man like Leonardo tried to be gentle, no

...

hour later, the stylists had finally finished their

Emerson is so beautiful. Go downstairs and let Mr.

looked into

making her fair skin

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255