Game of the Controller: Wife Wins Husband

"Please forgive me." Prince Jing bowed straight at ninety degrees, hard, powerful, and extremely standard.

He looked at Jun Tieshi with cold black eyes. In the rearview mirror, Jun Tieshi tilted his head slightly, confirming that what the prince and princess said was no different from the information he had received and could be believed.

Putting aside his harshness, Jun Qi smiled slightly, his aggressive look disappearing, "Where is Pu Li?"

The smiling Jun Qi was even more coercive than the non-smiling Jun Qi. The strong sense of pressure did not disappear at all, but became a bit more serious. Prince Jing's heart twitched again, "Master Pu has just arrived.

Drink tea inside."

Only then did Xia Qing understand why Pu Li didn't come out to see off the guests when they left. It turned out that he had arrived here earlier than them.

The fake monk's legs and feet are really fast.

"Yes." Jun Qi was satisfied. He stepped out of the car and stood upright. He was actually more than half a head taller than Prince Jing. The overwhelming pressure from his figure made Prince Jing take two steps back, completely subconsciously.

That kind of retreat. After retreating, I was slightly embarrassed and took a half step forward, barely staying too far away from Jun Qi.

Xia Qing was in the car and saw Prince Jing's little moves very clearly, and couldn't help but smile.

Short people especially don't like to get too close to tall people. It was probably the first time for Prince Jing to see Jun Qi. He didn't expect him to be so tall, so he accidentally backed away rudely, and then again.

Reluctantly getting closer.

"Please come this way." Princess Huanyi raised her hand slightly and pointed the direction in person.

Jun Qi ignored it, turned around, lowered his body, stretched out his big arm towards Xia Qing, "Come here."

"Can I wait for you in the car?" Xia Qing smiled brightly, the kind of person who wanted to please her. She really didn't want to step into the mud pit, knowing that nothing good would happen if she went in.

"Not good." Jun Qi squeezed out two words and gave him a knowing look.

Even the modified military helicopter couldn't trap Xia Qing, and this car was a piece of cake. He didn't want to have to go all over Japan to find her after finishing his business, so he simply kept his promise of "within three meters" and walked to

No matter where he takes her, he never leaves her.

Xia Qing suddenly had no expression on her face, gritting her teeth and staring at him. If looks could kill, he would have been beaten thousands of times.

Jun Qi didn't take it seriously, and a warning smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't make me say it a second time."

His tall body almost blocked the car door. Prince Jing and Princess Huanyi looked at him in confusion, wondering who he was talking to.

Not long after, a snow-white arm was held by Jun Qi and walked out gracefully.

The woman is wearing a tight black skirt. Her slender and graceful figure can be described as almost perfect. Her long black hair is naturally curved. Her pair of bright eyes are particularly eye-catching. They are crystal clear without any trace of turbidity. They are completely different from the ignorant innocence of ordinary women.

, that feeling is difficult to describe clearly in words. Only the word clean can best sum up the first feeling she brings to people.

Prince Jing was obviously a little dazed. He was already thirty-one years old and had passed the best age for marrying a wife and having a concubine. The reason why he persisted in refusing to obey his father's orders was to select a suitable woman as soon as possible to continue the bloodline of the royal family.

is to dream that one day,