Hidden Rich Man's
The Part 114

Felly pinched her husband's small stomach, but her lips continued forward until the two had a fleeting tongue war in front of the office. “Already. Don't ask weird. It's in front of the office,” his tirade.

Danesh smiled and rolled his eyes. “That's weird, in the apartment only.” His perverted thoughts began to rule over him.

“Come aboard, Mr. My daughter,” take Danesh with her hands looking up to where his wife is holding on.

Felly grabs her husband's hand and climbs onto the orange-colored harleydavidson. Her hands were directly coiled in her husband's stomach. “Let’s go .. husband buleku,” exclamation can't wait to split the streets.

Danesh is wearing his helmet back. He looked a little back. “Ready?” The gas lever began to be pulled to run both wheels of his motor after Felly nodded in response.

Air pollution on the streets and endless traffic jams they encounter does not make a couple tired or bored. Because, throughout the journey the two exchanged stories of activities they do today.

Danesh's hand stroked his wife's hand gently and lovingly. His lips reviewed a smile that was so sincere as he checked his wife's condition and made sure Felly was still comfortable sitting with a slight twist of his body in order to see the woman of his heart.

Danesh looked forward again and pressed his wife's hand against his. There was no stopping the man stroking the surface of Felly's hand skin.

“It turns out, forgetting someone from the past is very easy. I just need to let him go and try to accept the fact that someday God will give me a replacement. The person I thought was the best, there was something better. Farewell is not an end, it is the beginning I started something even more beautiful,” muttered Danesh. Currently he is very accepting of his destiny which is indeed anchored to his wife Felly—.

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Daddy Davis really introduced his wife to Miyabi Ozawa, of course, who was bothered to take care of the meeting was the only friend of—George.

After meeting with the established film artist ah ... Davis invited Diora to practice it. Daddy Davis' anaconda taming activity is never absent every day. From their early marriage to twenty-six years of marriage is still friendly. Between friendly and perverted is indeed a thin difference if it's about Daddy Davis.

The sound of the bell in the hotel president suite they rented stopped the activity of both. Anyway, it's done.

Davis wears his boxer shorts. “Wait here, I'll see who comes,” permission. He landed a kiss on Diora's forehead. Letting his wife stay innocent.

The long legs full of muscles and the coarse feathers began to swing close to the outer door. It turned out to be the man he gave the order to monitor his son Danesh.

“Log.” Danesh opened the wooden door wide and sat down first on the comfortable sofa. “Don't forget, close the door again,” the command when Louis is about to go inside.

Louis obeyed his boss's orders. He stood still because he was not welcome.

“Sit.”

Finally, the tall man was able to blow his buttocks that craved the tenderness of the sofa.