The tyrant's rage

At the Li family's old residence, old master Li had personally given the order to start the operation.

Li junyu 'gently' threw ruan Mengmeng onto the big bed.

He did not return to the presidential palace.

Instead, it was on the big bed in the master bedroom of the Presidential Suite on the top floor of the former junyu hotel, which was now the seven-star junyu hotel.

She looked at the man who was standing by the bed with dark eyes and started to untie his tie and unbutton his shirt.

Ruan Mengmeng cleared her throat and retreated to the bed. "Hubby, calm down."

She was still pregnant with little bean.

Li junyu lowered his eyes and glanced at her, but he did not say anything.

However, the Dark Phoenix eyes that were fixed on her face were bottomless and darker than ink.

Ruan Mengmeng's scalp tightened even more, and she suddenly had the illusion that she was being shrouded by a dark tyrant.

It wasn't that she had never seen this man jealous.