Billionaire's Stubborn Slave Wife novel Chapter 213

Silent space, no half-hearted sound, not even the sound of breathing heavily, the room's atmosphere is very eerie.

Two men of equal stature are sitting opposite each other. Quietly looking at each other, the murderous aura shot from their eyes, enough to make every creature in the room, give up the desire to survive.

"Matthew, you're still as unfazed by things as you were a few years ago."

Finally it was Chopped Hate who broke the eerie atmosphere.

Matthew's thin lips rose slightly, hooking up a wicked smile.

"But you have changed, you are no longer the man who needed my help, now you, but the latest boss of the Air League, I believe that sitting in this position, for you, is definitely a handful."

Matthew picked up the glass in front of him, tilted his head and drained the red wine inside, an elegant gesture that made the chopped hate sitting across from him lick his lips.

This subconscious action gave Matthew an urge to vomit in disgust.

"Chopped Hate, as always your interest has not changed in any way, but I Matthew will definitely not be the dish you are talking about."

"Ha, ha, ha." Zhan Hate laughed out loud. The falcon-like black pupils were filled with a strange light. Locked tightly on Matthew's body, not leaving for a moment.

"Matthew, don't be so sure about everything. When I met you on the street in a foreign country, I knew that you were the one I had been struggling to find, and with my rights plus your Yin's Group, we could definitely start an era of our own."

Matthew's body stiffened, and a sinister gaze shot out of his eagle eyes. Thin lips hooked up a sinister arc.

"Chopping Hate, listen carefully, I don't care how much you have accomplished. I also don't care how many people's blood you have stained with these achievements, all I have to tell you is that in this life I will never have anything to do with you, this pervert, and I feel disgusted to see you."

Matthew stood up and looked at Chopped Hate with a disgusted look on his face. No one in the world would have thought that the god of the underworld in their minds, the new master of the number one foreign gang, was actually a gay man who didn't like women.

"Matthew, the more you reject me like this, the more it increases my desire to conquer you. I tell you, in this life, there is no man that can escape my palm, and you, Matthew, are destined to belong to me. You are so unwilling, I can start with the people around you."

Matthew's hand, clenched into a heavy fist, struck hard at Chopper Hate's handsome face. A dangerous aura emanated from his body.

Chop Hate easily avoided the resulting blow. Throwing a provocative glance at Matthew, he then tangled with him.

"Young master, don't fight, Miss Mian'er fell down from upstairs."

Zheng, who had just received the call, risked his life and rushed to the middle of the two men to tell Matthew the news he had just received.

"Chop hatred, if you dare to lay your hands on someone close to me, I promise I will die with you."

After saying that, Matthew turned around and left the booth.

"Young master, shall we chase them out?"

The butler who had been behind Chopper Hate asked in a soft voice.

Looking at Matthew's dashing back, Chopped Hate's eyes revealed a touch of greed.

"That Mian'er woman thing will be enough to keep him busy for a while, and all I have to do is go to Lauren, and only she, can get me Matthew."

A fox-like, cunning smile lifted up on Chop Hate's face.

Matthew made his way to the hospital as fast as he could.

"What the hell is going on here? How are you taking care of Mian'er?"

Matthew took out all of his anger on the maid who was taking care of Mian'er. The danger bursting out of the eagle's eyes, the maid's whole body trembled with fear, her face pale as she looked at Matthew.

"Matthew, I ...... I'm fine ...... don't blame them, I fell down the stairs because I didn't notice it myself."

Mian'er's plea for mercy made the maids' faces look slightly better, and one looked at Mian with gratitude.

Looking at the feelings on the maids' faces, Mian'er's eyes bottom, flashed a glow of triumphal punishment. What a foolishness, just a simple little ploy, let them completely obey me, servants are servants, can never be a superior person in life.

"Are you really okay?"

Matthew looked at Mian Er uneasily.

"I'm fine, the doctor said it's just a scrape on my arm, rest for a few days and I'll be fine, Matthew, where were you just now, why did I call your phone, I couldn't get through?"

Mian's words again made Matthew think of the way Chop Hate looked at him, and his hands clenched into fists.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Matthew's clenched, heavy fists made Miane realize that something wasn't quite right, and she hurriedly placed her small hands on Matthew's fists as she struggled to sit up from the bed.

"Mian'er, do you remember chopping hatred?"

Matthew looked tentatively at Miane, not missing any change in her face.

"Chopping hatred?" Mian Er cocked her head and thought for a moment.

"No one can ruin my plans, including you bitch, Mian Er, don't think that just because you came to Matthew's side smoothly, you can forget what I did for you before. I chop hatred want useful people, for those who are not the least bit helpful to me, I can make her close her eyes and die in front of me immediately with just a slight force."

Chop hatred angrily looked at Mian'er's eyes were full of gloom.

"I know I'm wrong, and I'm willing to accept your punishment."

Forced by the situation at hand, Mian Er had to put away her high self-esteem and choose to bow down to the man who beheaded the devil.

"Take off your clothes, I have not tasted your wonderful body for a long time, let me feel it, I want to test, under Matthew's conditioning, your bedside manner, whether there is any improvement."

A forceful chopping hate pulled Mian'er off the bed, while he himself was lying on the hospital bed as if he were a king, a pair of black pupils looking at Mian'er who had fallen to the floor in a high and mysterious manner.

Mian Er endured the pain in her arm, slowly stood up, hands skillfully unfastened Chop Hate's pants, and sat herself directly on top of him. Selling the movement.

"Mian'er, your kung fu has regressed, it seems you didn't work hard, huh?"

Mian'er's action, let chop hate filled with impatience, especially Mian'er a face with aggression, but also let his heart rose a nameless fire, forcefully pushed away Mian'er.

The unprepared Mian Er fell directly under the bed, this time not as lucky as just now, and when she fell, her injured arm hit the hard floor right in the face with a painful expression.

"Remember, don't go against my plan, or I will make you die without even knowing how."

Chopping hate squatting in front of Mian'er, slender hands directly on Mian'er's chin, a slight force, Mian'er can feel, a heart-breaking pain instantly spread throughout the body, painted delicate little face, the whole wrinkled together. But she did not dare to move, afraid that she would be more torture and punishment.

"What am I going to do next? When will you bring that woman to this place of right and wrong?"

The chin was held, but Mian'er still struggled to ask the chopped hate.

"In a week, I'll have Lauren back, and that's when your torture of her will begin, and I'll make Matthew realize his true feelings inside, and that's when I'll start my attack next."

Chopped hate face, raised a bizarre smile, in this silent room, showing more bizarre.

"Okay, I'll do what you say."

Chopped hate nodded in satisfaction and flicked Mian's face hard.

"Your meat is loose, it's time to go clean yourself up or soon you'll be dumped by Matthew, who will know you're a fake in the shortest possible time."

After saying that, chopping hate in a burst of loud laughter to raise the long away.