The president's seventh bride

Finally, in her silence, Carlos left her room and closed the door. She lay on the bed tiredly, gritted her teeth, and wanted to regard the pillow on the bed as the smelly man and tore it to pieces.

It was obviously not elopement or flirting, but he just accused her of these unreasonable charges. That b*stard, he'd better not get caught having an affair with another woman by her. Otherwise, he would be miserable.

With a sound, the door suddenly opened and she sat up in horror, "What's the matter?"

Carlos stood outside the door and expressionless command, "Store my number."

Alicia was startled and deliberately embarrassed him, "Hey, when I said to exchange numbers last night, who said there was no need?"

"Cut the crap, just store it."

Carlos' eyes flashed and she saw his embarrassment, so she finally felt more comfortable, "Oh, OK, you say."

"136..."

"Did you store it?"

"Yes."

"Dial it."

rang. He turned around in satisfaction and left without

knows to open the door, doesn't know to close the door, rude

as she stretched

forgot to remind you that you must go home before ten o'clock

"What if late?"

you like, don't enter this

it for everyone in this family, or is

"What do you think?"

saying that you were an idiot, and pulled the drawing to block

...

morning, Alicia woke up early and wanted to sneak out of the room before Carlos got up. But he got up earlier than she

"What are you doing? Did