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.

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

was reading the recipe, she heard footsteps coming from outside

that Leonardo had returned the moment she heard

notice him and continued to focus on

saw the recipe in her hand from behind her. Seeing the name of one dish on it, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Bitter

said without turning her head, her tone

height. Summer turned around and tried to stand on tiptoe to get

been angry before that, and now

shin angrily.

recipe is more attractive than me?" Leonardo raised his eyebrows and

at him, "Yes. It's annoying to

the recipe aside, lowered his

help me? I have to ask the help of my dear wife

originally low and pleasant, not to mention that he had purposely made his voice deep, so that that

guessed that she would do this. He held her hand quietly and

shrunk her neck at the itch and shouted, "I'll

then did

were sensitive and they turned red. Leonardo couldn't help but reach out and

so she pushed his hand away, "Don't be like that. I'm going to

and just looked

have found another weakness

pushed

dresses, the

the stylist, every dress looked good,

being dressed up by them,

beauty

bit like that he was

gentle when he hugged her and softened his voice

like Leonardo tried to be

...

hour later, the stylists had

expression, "Mrs. Emerson is so

into

making her fair skin look like it

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