Snow Cecy was in a bad mood the whole day.
Being attacked by verbal attack, she went back to the company in the afternoon to deal with some crisis accidents, and now she had to deal with the bastard Vicdor Blake.
Fortunately, she was not insane.
Otherwise, she might get sick.
She was left on the sofa in the rest area by Vicdor Balke.
She was bounced up again.
She grabbed her collar and tried to stand up. "Vicdor Blake, don't go crazy. I'm not feeling well. Can you let me go back and have a good rest?"
"I'm not crazy."
Vicdor Blake pressed her against the sofa and looked at her exposed collarbone with deep eyes.
"I just want you to fulfill your duty as a wife. It seems that only in this way can you know who your real husband is!" The tone of Vicdor Blake was much lower than before.
Such a gesture and words were totally unacceptable to Snow Cecy.
