Chapter 1599

Fu Ancheng said to the person on the phone: "check! Send someone secretly to check the organization of the British emperor. The more detailed the organization, the better. You can't let go of any information! "

He hung up and walked back and forth in the spacious and luxurious office.

Finally, he came to the French window and looked down at the prosperous scene of the city under his feet, as if he had stepped on the top of the world.

He lit a cigar and put it in his hand. He looked at the curling smoke and fell into meditation

On the other hand, Ji Wuming returns Zhu Kexin, who has just finished his meal, to his room and receives a call from his staff.

He looked up at the room first, then got up and went to the study.

"He said Ji Wuming's cold voice rang out.

The person on the phone is very timid to tell the master that this time the task failed again, and the person who carried out the task was caught by Fu Ancheng, and has given up the organization.

Ji Wuming is very angry with these traitors, he listened to the report of his subordinates, cold voice into the microphone, "get rid of him."

Ji Wuming didn't expect that Fu Ancheng was so powerful that even the experts he sent could easily catch him and extort information from the organization.

Ji Wuming is now full of gloomy breath. He is very angry and smashes his mobile phone on the window.

Fortunately, these windows are thick, the mobile phone hit heavily also just had a scratch, unfortunately, the mobile phone fell to the ground but fell to pieces.

Ji Wuming seems to be still not Jieqi, another kick in the next leisure table, above the flowers rolling on the ground.

The study is dead and quiet, and the slight sound is particularly harsh.

Click.

Who is so blind? I'm looking for death!

Ji Wuming yelled in the direction of the door, "who let you in, get out."

The man who opened the door didn't move. After a long pause, there was no sound of the door closing. Ji Wuming turned his head and found that Martha was standing at the door, looking at him timidly. He looked so pitiful and helpless.

He felt that his words just now were too heavy and scared her. Ji Wuming quickly walked over, squatted beside her and said softly, "are you ok?"

As if Martha hadn't recovered, she let him hold her in her arms. After a while, she put her tender hand around Ji Wuming's neck and asked, "are you ok?"

This soft sentence suddenly hit Ji Wuming's softest place in his heart, "I'm ok. I didn't mean to be angry with you just now."

If Ji Wuming's men saw his father's appearance, they would break their glasses.

Martha nodded cleverly. "I know someone must have made you angry, right?"

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Ji Wuming's cheek. "Don't be angry in the future. You are so scared when you get angry! And it's easy to get old! "

Ji Wuming sniffed a smile, mouth should be: "OK, listen to you."

But he thought in his heart, this child is so simple. If he doesn't get angry, doesn't get angry, doesn't kill people, then the person who died is himself, but Martha doesn't understand.

Ji Wuming looked at the powder pecking doll in front of him, and sighed a little in his heart. How nice it would be for him and Zhu Kexin.

If he and Zhu Kexin can have such a child, he will spoil her as a princess. If he is a son, he will cultivate this child as the best successor.

At the thought of this, Ji Wuming seems to be unable to hold back the fire in his heart. He says to Martha, "come on, I'll take you back to your room."

He gently picked Martha up and sent her back to the room like a loving father. He watched Martha close her eyes under the quilt and slowly fall asleep. Then he turned off the light and left.

Ji Wuming's whole body is like being possessed. He feels that every cell in his body is growling. He is eager to have a child with Zhu Kexin. He wants to get her body and mind.

Driven by this idea, he opened the door of Zhu Kexin's room and saw that Zhu Kexin was lying on the bed. He walked over and watched her brown hair spread on the pillow like seaweed. The silk quilt covered her body. He heard his heart beating.

At that moment Ji Wuming couldn't help it any more.

He pounced on Zhu Kexin.

Zhu Kexin was suddenly awakened, she was surprised to stare at the man who covered her, and cried out in surprise.

The man covered her mouth and whispered in her ear, "it's me, don't call."

At this time, Zhu Kexin found that it was Ji Wuming. She was even more frightened and cried, "what are you going to do?"

Ji Wuming looked at Zhu Kexin's eyes through the moonlight, gently kissed her, then slowly left some, said, "Zhu Kexin, let's have a child, just like Martha's lovely child."

"No, I don't want it." Zhu Kexin said firmly.She doesn't want to have any real connection with Ji Wuming. She thinks she belongs to Fu Ancheng from the beginning to the end. How can she have such a relationship with others, except

Ji Wuming listened to Zhu Kexin's resolute tone, suddenly a fire leaped up, his eyes did not have the tenderness just now, stiff and cold said: "you are my legal wife, shouldn't you cooperate with the normal life of husband and wife?"

"You forced me, you forced me, not myself." Zhu Kexin's voice was a little weeping.

Now she is trying to stop Ji Wuming with meaningless words.

Ji Wuming silently smile, some overbearing tough said: "since you have become my wife, then please fulfill the obligation to be a wife." Then he buried his head in Zhu Kexin again.

This time, he was almost gnawing at Zhu Kexin. His strength was much stronger than before. It was more like punishing her.

Zhu Kexin was bitten by Ji Wuming, and she pushed him hard.

But where is Ji Wuming's opponent? Soon, his clothes were torn down

Ji Wuming hopes that he can burn Zhu Kexin bit by bit, let her fall into his love, and completely forget Fu Ancheng.

Ji Wuming didn't know how many times he wanted her, time after time. Every time Zhu Kexin screamed for mercy, he would let her go.

Zhu Kexin felt that he had fallen into the boundless cliff several times, but at last he was pulled back to reality by Ji Wuming, so he tossed and tossed again and again until he finally fell asleep.

The next morning, golden sunlight came into the room and hit both of them.

Ji Wuming opens his eyes and looks at Zhu Kexin lying in his arms. A satisfied smile appears at the corner of his mouth.