My wife Bad Girl
The Seventy Eight

Two women came into my room. Carrying a paper bag that does not know what it contains. "Mrs, sir. Wong asked us to help you prepare to serve him."

I understand what they mean, and I plan on following Mr.'s game. Wongs. I hope I didn't make the wrong move.

"Can you please tell Mr Wong to prepare another room for my son?" one of them came out. Someone else prepared a bath for me.

"Angel, Angel moved rooms first, huh?" I crouched down to look Angel in the eye.

Angel shakes. "Angel wants to get out of here?" Angel nodded. " Eomma wants to punish the bad guy first, so Angel hides first, okay?"

"But Angel is scared, Eomma." Angel sniffling.

"Eomma. But if we follow our fears, Angel and Eomma will never get out of here. Is angel like that?" Angel is back.

I gripped Angel's hand, rubbed the back of her hand, hoping to give her peace. "Angel the power of Eomma. Eomma will definitely pick up Angel. Okay?" With hesitation and tears in her eyes Angel finally gave a nod of her head.

One of the ladies' servants brought Angel. I drove him to the door, waiting for Angel to disappear behind the door.

Now it's my turn to play my own role. Honestly, I don't feel good, but I can't back down now.

I let the service help me shower, do what Mr. Wong commands.

One of them took out super minimal sleepwear from the paper bag they brought earlier.

That shirt doesn't cover anything just gives the impression I'm wearing something on my skin.

After this I'll brainwash Wong using bicycle*n to be white.

Mr.'s errand man. Wong also polished my face with a little make up and styled my hair. I'm like a newlywed who wants the first night.

Shortly after they resigned, Mr. Wong entered with a man. The man put on a tripod with his cell phone. When it was finished the man came out.

Don't tell me he wants to do a live show? Ni aki really - really mentally ill.

"Today we won't play together, baby" she said with a sneaky grin.

Mr. Wong turned the phone on my back, did something to his phone that I then knew he was calling someone.

"Hello, Richard." Mr's Face. Wong appeared on Richard's phone screen.

I was surprised when Mr. Wong mentioned Richard's name. I don't want Richard to see what I think. It doesn't fit my plan.

"Young!" I could hear Richard's voice.

"Tonight I will kindly give you a gift." I can't wait for this to tear up the smile on old Wong's lips.

"You know what's the most fun in the world?" Connect again.

I was sitting in bed only squeezing my own hands because it held my anger.

"The happiest thing is to get the girl we want. Didn't they? Tonight will be a night of division for me, because tonight I'm going to get the woman I really want. And I'll kindly share it with you. Ha. ha... "Mrs.

"Don't you dare touch my wife!" I heard Richard's voice. My eyes warmed up for a moment. My heart aches to imagine Richard's current state.

Mr. Wong turned her phone over while walking closer to the bed. I could see Richard's angry face. His eyes were glazed - said. I looked down in shame, ashamed of Richard seeing my situation now.

"Dear." The lyrics. "Look at me." I raised my head. "All will be well - fine. Okay?"

I can only smile. But my wish came back to see Richard in the car.

Mr. Wong sat next to me. His fingers tracing my open arms. "Drink this." he ordered.

I received a pill and a glass of water from this bastard's hand. "Tonight Richard will see how bitchy his wife is. Ha. ha. ha... " Laughter Mr. Wong sounded very satisfied.

"YES!" Richard Raung. "Old bastard! Bangs*t! Stay away from my wife!"

"Drink!" Wong took back the pills I had in my hand. Forced me to open my mouth and put the damn pill in.

"Darling..."

Five minutes, I'm starting to feel the damn drug working. The heat started to rise in my body. I suddenly felt my desire stir. I need a caress. I want to be touched.

"Honey" Richard's voice brought my consciousness back.

Mr's hand. Wong stroked my hair. Tubs electrocuted, my body reacts to this more. Wong's finger stroked my back, making my passion burn even more.

"Loved look at me!" shouted Richard.

I have to do something. I don't want this son of a bitch Wong to get what he wants. I don't want Richard to see me turn myself in as this old man.

I am still trying to maintain my consciousness. I retreated as Wong approached. My hand went under the pillow.

The knife!

Without a second thought, I pulled the knife at Wong. "Retreat!"

Wong raised both of his hands back slowly. "Baby, don't be rash." he smiled.

"Stop smiling or I rip your mouth so wide as a joker!"

Wong's smile disappeared.

Srreeett!

"Aa arrrggghhh!!!" I scratched my thigh with a knife. I don't want the drug to affect me. So let this pain keep me awake until Richard arrives.

"Darling! What are you doing?!" Richard's panicking.

"Quick Appa. Or you want me to be the old man's meal." I pulled the knife back at Wong.

"We'll see how long you last." she replied casually as she sat in a small chair on the dresser.

"I'd rather die than have to fuss over your old knee!"

I squeezed the bed sheets, my passion was still peaking, but for the pain and pain in my thigh I made a sane and did not hit the old man who was sitting casually while watching me.