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.

about some new dishes recently. She planned to try

she was reading the recipe, she heard footsteps coming

miraculously, she knew that Leonardo had returned the

and continued

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

without turning

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

that, and now she was even

shin angrily.

Leonardo raised his

glared at him, "Yes. It's annoying to see

aside, lowered his head and lightly kissed Summer's lips. He hugged her before

"Didn't you want to help me? I

to mention that he had purposely made his voice deep, so

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

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

Only then did

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

"Don't be

anything and just looked at her with a

seemed to have found

so funny? Stop laughing!" Summer pushed him away rudely

sets of dresses, the stylist was

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

being dressed up by them, Summer finally calmed

playing the beauty card on her

like that

gentle when he hugged her and softened his voice

to be gentle, no woman can reject his

...

hour later, the stylists

said with a stunned expression, "Mrs. Emerson is so beautiful. Go downstairs and let

looked into the

making her fair

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