I Love Uncle Hot
Don't Be like That Sir, I'm somebody's wife!

The roar of the cement grinding machine, and the sound of workers being so busy at the project site. Make the workers so focused with their work, especially now there are some foremen who supervise them.

Handsome man of the highest power, Alexanders Hamour Wilson. I don't know why his parents from childhood called the man Hamdan. The striped man of Javanese and Irish descent does look very little like a bule, only he does not inherit the skin of the father who is too white. It was a straight yellow skin, stout-looking with a tall, pointed nose.

The man brought Indah to the room where on the top floor of the construction of the hotel, in the predesinden suite room was completed in the first wake. They used to get a message from the late Teguh because the space had to be completed first, because at any time the owner might come to monitor the location of the Project and want to rest for a while there.

When he was upstairs, Hamdan drew Beautiful's hand on the large room that now belonged to the Irishman.

“Arggg.” Beautifully grimaced when her hand was slightly rough pulled by Hamdan into the room.

Although the construction of the hotel that has not been categorized has not been completed, but the room that Hamdan currently occupies with the beautiful Employee, looks nothing less. The King Zice bed was the longest there with a golden white mattress base.

The Prai then threw Beautiful body on a very soft mattress. He quickly quipped and \*\*\*\*\*\*\* lips that have been very addictive to him in the past week.

“Master, please release.” Beautiful rebel and the support of a man's body that is so strong and squeezes it strongly.

“I won't let you go, you know after the incident in the office little sister always lives in memory of you. You have to take responsibility for that!”

“Quite Sir, Agggh.” Beautiful as not making a sound, which sounds just like a \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* fine.

No one knows what happens next between the two people who happen next, the voice of workers who focus on their work does not bother what happens upstairs in the President Suite room.

At Amira's home, the woman, who was two months pregnant, kept calling her husband hundreds of times, but there was no sign the phone would be removed.

The woman seemed to get more upset, she stomped her feet towards the lower floor of the mansion.

"I will make a calculation against the jerk and all the residents of this house who look compact to bring me down." The woman's sigh was cold.

He then grabbed the phone back, and it was clear if he contacted someone.

"I want you to sort this out. Clean way, just like when you eliminate the wife and also Steady very neatly. I also want you to eliminate the only princess who will be able to hinder all plans!"

"But this job, this time very heavy mistress. It's not messing around anymore, because I know, right now the mistress's husband is an ex-mafia, doesn't the mistress know?" The voice across sounded reminiscent of Amira.

"I don't care, I want them all gone and I really don't want them in my life and stifle all plans." Back Amira's voice sounded like a murderous tone ready to swallow her enemy right then and there.

"Then you want madam, I can't work alone. It took a few people to work to help me and it had to eat up a lot of funds, I didn't want to get involved in the slightest bit with legal matters! and if ill-fated fate happens madam don't carry my name!"

"You take it easy, I'll tell you how much money you need!"

"Good, madam."

the phone line closed quickly, Bi Ana who heard all the talk of her great mistress from behind the kitchen, held her chest with a thump. He was very anxious and immediately ran to find his master's little daughter in the back garden.

"I have to call Mr. Hamdan immediately" the middle-aged woman said tremblingly.