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 try

was reading the recipe, she heard footsteps coming

had returned the

pretended not to notice him and

in her hand from behind her. Seeing the name of one dish on it, he raised his eyebrows

said without turning her head,

high, taking advantage of his height. Summer turned around and tried to stand on tiptoe to get the book,

before that, and

shin angrily. "Give me

Leonardo raised his eyebrows and said in a

at him, "Yes. It's annoying to

recipe aside, lowered his

in a low voice, "Didn't you want to help me? I have to ask

that he had purposely made his voice deep, so that that sound of

She reached out to scratch her ears. Leonardo seemed to have guessed that she would do this. He held her hand quietly and

neck at the itch and shouted, "I'll go,

you." Only then did

turned red. Leonardo couldn't

"Don't be like that. I'm going to try on

say anything and just looked at

to have found another

Summer pushed him

tried on five sets of dresses, the

of the stylist, every dress looked good,

front of the mirror and being dressed up

beauty card

that he was trying to

gentle when

tried to be gentle, no woman can reject

...

the stylists had

expression, "Mrs. Emerson is

into the

dress was flamboyant red, making her fair skin look like it

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