Priceless Baby’s Super Daddy

He smashed the coffee table on the marble countertop, stumbled the glass showcase, and the blue-and-white porcelain and jade ornaments that fell in the city all fell on the ground.

Even so, he didn't stop, he cleaned everything that could be smashed in the house.

In the end, he stood in the ruins, only feeling more helpless and more fearful.

From small to large, no one has taught him how to deal with problems with women. His relationship with his mother is as stiff as ice, which has caused him to be more curious about women over the years.

The only light in my heart was the girl who saved him that year, Wen Keer. Besides, he really didn't know how to treat Joe.

On the stairs leading to the second floor, Joe Ruoqiang still kept the posture that he had just pushed away. She witnessed the man’s madness.

He was like a lion that was angered, and in just a moment, the luxury villa was ruined.

Looking at the mess of the land, and the shadow of the man with a lonely and lonely figure, this moment, her heart was sour.

She hurt him with sharp words, which is equivalent to hurting herself.

Her heart is really hurting!

After the fierce quarrel in the villa, there was a harsh snoring sound, and the wing that had been kept outside the door, and Jiang Yan expressed concern about his eyes.

Their president is obviously worried about the young lady, and they all intend to go out and find someone. Now that the young lady is back, shouldn’t he be happy?

How did the two quarrel?

Jiang Yan is also deeply worried about the young master. This quarrel seems to be very serious, and the furniture is smashed.

Just like listening to them saying that the divorce is not divorced, is it not ready to disband?

The wing repaired the head, and there was no rush. "Jiang Yan, what do you say when the president's emotional intelligence is getting lower and lower?"

As long as the problem involves Joe Ruo, the emotional intelligence of Feng Yunan will fall below sea level.

Said that the seal of the South China EQ is low, Jiang Yan agreed to nod, seriously think about it, answer, "Do you want to help him report a love training class?"

Nani? Help the president to report on love training classes?

Just kidding!

If the president’s adult knows, will he not cut him?

The wing is hurrying and hoeing, "Jiang Yan, your food is very fragrant, but your idea is sincere!"

"You kid!" Jiang slammed his fist and made a fight.

The **** hid open and asked, "You said, do we want to help the president?"

Jiang Yan sighed. "Nobody can help him like this, unless he wants to understand it."

It’s true, the things of the feelings, the bystanders are clear, the authorities are fascinated. If Feng Nan can’t recognize his own heart, even if others say that the mouth is broken, there is no use.

The **** were more worried about the two people inside, and they were thinking about urging Jiang Yan to go in and see that the villa door opened, and the black-faced man came out from the inside.

"President!"

The **** shouted, but the seal of the South was not heard, and went straight to the garage.

Not long after, a black and cool Lamborghini, like a beast, rushed out of the garage, and blasted to the gate of the sea cabinet.

The **** took a look at the Rolls Royce in front of the fountain, and then looked at the sports car that went away. The heart screamed and finished.

The president does not take a seat and change the sports car. This is the rhythm of going out to vent his anger.

Just because of the quarrel between the two people, what is the point now?

Why can't you sit down and talk about your heart?

Feng Yunan left, and Joe Ruo's heart seemed to be empty. She slipped on the steps along the armrests, then buried her head in her knees and cried.

In fact, she really wants to tell him that Feng Yunan blames me for loving you.

It is because I love you that you can't stand you with other women.

I know my status, I am not qualified to spy on your heart, I am just a tool for having children.

However, I love you, is it guilty?

If you can love me too, even if it is only a little bit, I will not be as sad as it is now.

Under the anger of Feng Yunan, he drove the sports car and left the Sea Pavilion. On the Binhai Avenue, the speed was reached to the limit.

The black sports car is like a ghost, dragging the often black dark tail, screaming wildly.

After finishing the car, he went to Silver.

There are three best-selling men sitting in the box, Tang Yanbing, Yi Dengchen and Mu Qingyu.

Tang Yibing is the old frequent visitor of Yinzun. Yiqing is the boss of Yinzun. Muqing is the partner of Fengnan’s business field. All three are good friends who seal Yunan.

They saw Feng Nan coming and pulled him to drink.

Sealing the south side sinks like water, sit down and say nothing, directly pour half a bottle of wine.

The bottle went to the table and shocked several men. As soon as he saw his face, he guessed that it was annoying to seal the young master.

"Hey, I said, don't want money, don't drink like you? This wine, like a woman, has to be slowly tasted. It has a taste. When you look at your wine, you know that you must have a bad bed. ""

Wearing the collar and uniform, the light dust, unceremoniously teasing him.

He is a particularly low-key person. He is usually pure-minded and has no desire for help. It is because he has a string of beads on his wrist. He has a few things all day, and his friends say that he can be a monk when he shaves his hair. .

But the little girl who loves him said that he is a Buddhist god.

Easy to light dust is generally rare to attend a variety of occasions, not many people know him, but Yi Jia dominates black and white, the power behind it is very large, can not be underestimated.

Feng Yunan tilted him and looked cold. "My bedding is worse, and it is better than you."

He is sarcasm, the Buddha is still single, so I am interested in talking about bedding in front of him?

"Hey, you are not kind, I invite you to drink, you still run against me."

Easy to light and turn to Tang Yanbing, "Old Tang, Lao Mu, you talk, I am not thankful, easy? I?"

Mu Qingyi has always been vocal and whispered, and the words are like gold. They spit out two words. "Live it!"

Tang Yanbing is a little bit gloating, "Who Nyima makes you worry."

"Well, I am worried, my empty egg hurts, I shut up."

Easy to light a dust, a drink, and drink it.

Feng Yunan poured a cup for himself, and he also looked up and then sighed deeply.

Easy light dust was not prepared to ask, but I heard him sighing and sighing, could not help but ask, "What happened? Grand Master? You are sitting with the national goddess, and occupying a small wife, enjoying the Qiren Fu, what better sigh you have?"

"Hey, why do women make people so annoying?" Feng Yunan said with a feeling.

Easy to dust, "Which woman is annoying you? Wen Keer? Isn't that a little Joe?"

Feng Yunan did not speak, and was almost regarded as the default.