The lust of My Husband (Juliana and Benson) novel Chapter 364

Benson Leach stopped, too. He looked coldly at Stewart Morris.

Under their cold eyes, Stewart Morris felt only scalp pins and needles, and his heart was even more weak.

It seems that he is a man who has no secrets in front of them.

Juliana Lewis looked up and laughed at Stewart Morris: "Mr. Mu has never eaten shit, and he knows that shit can't be eaten and tastes bad, isn't it?"

Stewart Morris: …

Juliana Lewis smiled and asked him: "Or is Mr. Mu going to know more and try more times? Is the shit delicious?"

Selene Lewis caught up and shouted angrily, "Juliana Lewis, you are really sick. Don't you feel sick?"

Juliana Lewis looked at them coldly: "A shit, a dung beetles, wandering in front of me, I haven't nauseated yet. How can I be nauseous when I say two sentences?"

"You..." Selene Lewis was angry again.

Juliana Lewis looked at her coldly. "Selene Lewis, don't you want a tongue?"

Selene Lewis quickly covered his mouth.

Although Juliana Lewis didn't cut her face deeply last night, she made a cut in her mouth, which hurt a lot.

It is mainly Juliana Lewis's cold and murderous look that has caused a powerful psychological shadow to Selene Lewis.

Juliana Lewis gave them a cold look. "Good dog, get out of the way."

Stewart Morris and Selene Lewis got out of the way subconsciously.

However, Juliana Lewis took Benson Leach and turned and left.

There is no doubt that Stewart Morris and his wife, who have the name of a good dog, are: …

Stewart Morris stared straight at the back of Landing wine until they got into the car and the car disappeared from his sight.

In the car.

Juliana Lewis sat in the co-pilot, clutching his seat belt tightly, curled up together and looked ahead with empty eyes.

Benson Leach looked at her sideways and was very distressed: "Wine and wine."

Juliana Lewis said stuffy: "Go to the racing training ground."

Resentment, grief, forbearance and despair.

Her silent emotion, like an invisible hand, gripped his heart tightly and made him breathless.

He couldn't imagine her despair, let alone empathize with it.

Juliana Lewis breathed a long sigh of relief, eyes unconsciously red: "I don't know, uncomfortable."

"Benson Leach, I really feel bad and want to kill him."

That's Stewart Morris, the man she once thought she loved deeply and would spend her whole life with.

Goodbye him, there is no complicated love and hate entanglement, only deep hatred.

Her parents, her younger brother, and herself all died at his hands.

But when she met again, she changed her identity, but she couldn't avenge herself wantonly.

This kind of feeling is really uncomfortable.