Reborn Hot Wife

Mary Kinson kept thinking but did not answer at the moment.

Stelly asked, “Sister Mary, are you still checking?”

He frowned at the thought in her eagle-like eyes.

For the first time, she felt that this man who could help her ascend had now become a stumbling block to her.

Most importantly, not only is the stumbling block heavy, but she can not move it at will.

But it only takes her a little effort to get out of this embarrassing situation.

It’s better than watching a person die and doing nothing.

Mary Kinson heaved an inaudible sigh, “Do not check.”

After hanging up the phone, she mused.

The day before yesterday, William Black came back for a marriage certificate and slapped Jessie and Rose Kinson across the face. He was busy with his work and never showed up again. Maybe he’s busy with music night.

Music night is the day after tomorrow, and time is short.

Only by finding the whereabouts of M. and finding out which way he will go that day can tragedy be prevented.

With these thoughts, Mary Kinson stayed no longer.

She drove straight to William Black’s firm.

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Mary Kinson came to the front desk and politely asked, “Is your president in the firm?”

Anyone who can work in this building more or less has a sense of superiority. The receptionist looks up and strokes her. She looks outstanding, and a pair of chestnut fox eyes give her a charm all her own.

After a moment of wonder, she asks, “What is the young lady’s name, and do you have an appointment in advance?”

“Does the president’s wife need an appointment?”

The receptionist’s eyes were wide, and she was speechless with panic. Her instincts were incredulous.

Mary Kinson asked coldly, “I’ll ask again, where is he?”

The receptionist was startled by the impatience that showed in her eyes. At this point, she believed her, “In … In the office on the top floor …”

The voice just broke off, and Mary Kinson walked straight into the company and entered the exclusive elevator to the top floor.

And the receptionist at that moment slow down, in retrospect knocked his head, said she is the president’s wife.

But Mary Kinson has come to the office and raised her hand to knock on the office door.

The dark brown door gives off a deep impression of the antique fragrance.

Knock, knock-then the masculine voice rang out, in a heavy mute voice in the cold, “Come in.”

Mary Kinson’s heart leaped, and somehow some people wanted to go home.

But for Mary’s sake, she pushed the door open anyway.

After she entered, she looked up and saw the man sitting behind the desk.

The desk blocked him below the beltline, and the exposed shoulders were broad and full of strength, which seemed to be the esthetic feeling of practiced muscle lines and could be explored .

And the handsome face with the clear outlines, the eyes under the pointed eyebrow, are half drooping to occupy themselves with documents and do not look up at her.

William Black asked politely, “What is it?”

Mary Kinson walked up to the sofa, looked at his handsome face from the side, and pursed her lower lip hard, “Otherwise, you can wait until you are busy.”

William Black raised his deep gaze, and the eyes over which he instantly bent were like sharp quasi, and there was a hidden smile in them that was hard to detect.

He opened his lips, “Why are you here? Did the receptionist embarrass you?”

The final sound, which sounded like old wine, caused Mary Kinson, who had just sat down, to fall into a trance for a moment.

Mary Kinson picked up a glass of water to play with and raised her eyebrows, “Exercise the president’s wife’s right to come in.”

The sound of chair wheels being shifted on the floor.

Then, Mary Kinson felt the sofa beside her slump heavily.

Then she smelled the singular cold scent, with a faint hint of tobacco, heavy and oppressive, taking in the tip of her nose.

Mary Kinson turned her head to one side, and a large, thin, strong hand caressed her white neck and chin, lifting her chin with light pressure for a few minutes.

He forced her eyes to stare only at him.

Mary Kinson blinked and saw only his handsome face but instantly magnified.

A warm and cool-touch came from her lips, quickly growing hot and aggressive. No matter her reaction, she threw herself fully into the engagement and could not wait to rip her bones into her and become one.

Her auburn pupils dilated.

She was kissed like a mess in the wind.

It was not until he let her go that Mary Kinson could barely breathe.

William Black’s deep eyes filled with a hint of cruel rage after trying to hold back a few wisps of excessive wandering reason.

Then the eyes straightened, and the thin lips breathed a light, heavy smile, “Well done.”

Forced to forget that this fellow was taking the opportunity to kiss her, Mary Kinson stroked the hair on her forehead to behind her ears so that the tips of her ears were all red.

William Black’s eyes sank.

He reached out and grabbed the cold coffee on the table. It was more as if he was suppressing something for a sip, “I meant to return to Kinson’s house yesterday, but there are many things lately, and if I return too late at night, it will disturb your peace. I will return the day after tomorrow.”

Mary Kinson’s eyebrows drew together, and she looked at him.

Excuse me?

Still, think he’s here to urge him to go back to Kinson’s house?

Mary Kinson tapped her forehead and said dully, “I am not here to ask when you are going to return to Kinson’s house. I am here to find you about something else.”

William Black seemed a little unhappy, and his voice dropped, “Say.”

Mary Kinson immediately got on the subject, “It seems that you are in charge of the music night that will be held the day after tomorrow. I want to know what hotel Meny is staying at now.”

She knew that instead of beating around the bush with William Black, she might as well talk plain.

If he wants to help, he’ll help directly. If he does not want to help, going around with him will only piss him off.