Newlywed Wife Is The Boss

Housekeeper Ela looked heartbroken, but also very surprised Eldest young master has always been a very understanding child, except for his mother that incident many years ago, there has not been a situation with people nuisance fight.

What kind of crazy person beat up Eldest young master?

“Young master hurry up and sit down, I’ll help you with the medicine.”

Housekeeper Ela hurriedly spoke up and quickly placed the tray of tea in front of Adrian’s face with respect, and then hurriedly turned away to find the medicine chest.

“Learn to get hands on with people everyone?”

“To fight over women?”

Adrian spoke calmly, looking quietly at Lorenzo.

“Hmm.”

Lorenzo drops his eyes, throws himself on the couch and speaks carelessly.

He didn’t deny it, and he didn’t intend to explain it clearly.

Indeed, it’s about doing it for the women.

Tyler, who has long looked the other way, has been trying desperately to hold back.

When he actually put Jessica in his arms in the first place, he had long wanted to chop his hands off.

“And the result? Answered? Won the beauty’s heart?”

Adrian sat elegantly on the sofa, legs folded, the old Mrs. Fletcher slept, and he was waiting for Lorenzo to come home on purpose.

He was also holding a plain English business report in his hand, wearing a cool-colored sports suit with an introverted elegance.

“A tie, I was amused by a woman’s feelings, moving and also lost love, the bamboo basket is empty, feasible?”

Lorenzo’s whole body aura is gloomy, his face is stony, and his voice is clear and cold.

There’s nothing he can’t admit, he dares to do it, Jessica teased him, ignored his feelings, for the first time he’s moved on to a woman only to be fooled again!

Resentment, resentment, heartache.

The feeling of being out of control like this made him incredibly solid.

Yes, Tyler won, he stole Jessica, who belonged to him, and lost his love completely.

“Since it is a foregone conclusion, hurry up to regain the mood, things past forget it, the life behind is still long, always meet the heart.”

Adrian’s eyes were as deep as the sea as he gazed at his son Lorenzo.

“Ha, that’s easy for you to say.”

Lorenzo snorted out a laugh, looked carelessly at Adrian , and after a few seconds of silence, continued to speak.

“This kind of poisonous chicken soup for the soul, you’d better keep it for yourself.”

“Is this statement of any use to yourself after my mother has been gone for decades?”

“Have you regained your mood?”

“Did you let things go again?”

Adrian heard the words, his hands shook slightly, the words can not continue, he simply got up and walked towards the front door.

“Lorenzo, you and I are different; at least, you have had more happiness than I have.”

Yes, the son has lived a much happier life, than he has.

At least Jessica is in love with Lorenzo, but what about him?

All his life, he failed to make Amiyah fall in love with him.

Maybe …

If he hadn’t forcibly possessed her in the beginning, perhaps God had mercy, the two would not have come to this point.

When he met Amiyah, even though he tried with all his might, he could not win her a little response, but instead he became more disgusted with him.

If you can’t ask for it, you’ll be hanging on to it.

Adrian eventually let Jessica go and didn’t kill her. Perhaps the only reason that makes sense is that she is very different.

The day Jessica arrived in Fretston, he ordered Frank to check her out. He could have taken care of Jessica without making a sound, but he never did.

He has met and dealt with Jessica and knows that Jessica is a night jewel that is hard to ignore and that she is destined for a life that will never be ordinary.

Adrian knows everything that happened to Lorenzo at Denton’s 　　today.

He doesn’t want Lorenzo to have any contact with Jessica, after all, this kind of thing can become uncontrollable and can easily ruin Lorenzo.

Even after Jessica erased Lorenzo’s memory, he fell in love with Jessica again.

Lorenzo fell in love with Jessica twice!

Adrian has always obtained a clear mind, kill, never do something wrong, he is like a high emperor, look down on all the people.

But when it comes to his son’s relationship with Jessica, he is unprecedentedly hesitant.

It’s incredible that he would hesitate to do something like this.

Maybe …

He is really envious of this rare and precious relationship.

The patriarch of the Fletcher family and Eldest young master talking when Housekeeper Ela inconveniently appeared, Adrian left the villa, before she rushed to carry the medicine box and walked to Lorenzo.

“I’m fine.”

Lorenzo saw Housekeeper Ela a worried look, blandly spoke, he did not want to make Housekeeper Ela worry.

Tending to the wound, he returned to the room, stepped outside the room on the terrace, his bony fingers pulled a cigarette from the box and lit it, he took a sharp puff, smoke spilled from his thin lips and drifted away into the night.

Jessica’s delicate appearance always comes to his mind and lingers on.

The whole pack of cigarettes was smoked by Lorenzo, and he took another cold shower on purpose.

Perhaps too tired, he just lay down and fell asleep.

He seemed to have a long dream that was extraordinarily real.

The place seems to be far from Fretston, in a very luxurious room, the sunlight through the gauze sprinkled a room, he lay in a large bed, the gauze gently fluttered with the wind, he slowly opened his eyes, sitting on a person.

That person is very light, soft as a boneless, he fixed his eyes, is a girl, milk fierce, milk fierce.

He lifted his big hand and took away Jessica’s coiffed hair ornament, a green silk scattered, wafting a faint fragrance, tantalizing the heart.

The images that floated in his mind made his mind wander.

“At least it’s your boudoir, so tell me honestly, have you ever occasionally fantasized about doing something ear-splittingly red and indescribable with the man you love here, hmm?”

Lorenzo’s handsome face was buried in the nape of Jessica’s neck, rubbing elbows with her and speaking vaguely.

He was not giving Jessica time to react, and his tall, stocky body enveloped her.

Jessica had a bout of heavenly spinning.

“You’re the one who provoked me first …”

Lorenzo’s thin lips rubbed against her ear.

Jessica felt like her soul was out of her shell, like she was floating on a cloud.

Lorenzo suddenly woke up from his dream with a thin sweat spilling over his forehead and his sexy throat sliding up and down.

In the middle of the night, he actually had this kind of spring dream.

Lorenzo slowly raised his hand, rubbed the corner of his eyes, he always felt that he seemed to where wrong, the big hand hesitantly slipped, surprisingly …

Soaking wet pants …Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Damn!

Lorenzo let out a low curse.

Is he out of his mind?

He was fooled by Jessica, this scum girl even did not let him go in the dream world, the two even in the dream world against death.

And the scum girl even took the initiative!

Lorenzo was up all night, frequenting the bathroom and taking too many cold showers.

The face was condensed early in the morning and I didn’t even eat breakfast.

“Ms. Ganny, what do you think is going on with Eldest young master?”

“Is there something tricky to deal with?”

“For several days in a row now, every day the temper is like a volcano that will erupt at any moment.”

Housekeeper Ela couldn’t resist speaking up.

“He’s so angry, he doesn’t need to be bothered, and he can’t be bothered.”

The old Mrs. Fletcher knew everything in her heart.

“A lot of fire? Also, work hard, paperwork, I’ll start today, make more light diet for Eldest young master.”

Housekeeper Ela said, already thinking of a recipe for the night.

She finished tidying up downstairs and went upstairs to the bedroom to tidy up, as is her usual custom.

The moment I pushed the door in, I saw the big bed was very messy, a paper basket stuffed with paper balls, Housekeeper Ela froze for a moment, subconsciously went into the bathroom and saw the laundry basket with Lorenzo’s dirty pants, everything was understood.

“Ms. Ganny is really wise, Eldest young master so big fire, if there is no Mrs. Fletcher to help him lower the fire, I’m afraid to eat a lifetime of vegetarian dishes, but also have to continue to fire.”

She is, after all, a veteran, and her face immediately reddened.

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the Fletcher Group.

Lorenzo’s face is gloomy, the whole body emits the aura of a stranger, all workers are as clear as the mirror, try to suppress their presence, do not want to run out as cannon fodder without knowing what to do.

Live and cherish your life.