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Shades of Mr.Billionaire

An Interior Designer Wei Lin has been assigned to a new project to renovate the great Old Mansion of the Feng Corp one of biggest company in Beijing but she got no that someone had awaits her coming at the Old Mansion. Feng Teng the President of Feng Corp, a devastatingly handsome, utterly confident, a strong builder, anyone whom seen him will bend down immediately with fears and pleasure seeking playboy who knows no boundaries. Wei Lin doesn't want to be attracted to this man and yet she can't control the overwhelming desire and fears that he effected in her since the first met. She knows that her heart will never survive from his poisonous attraction. But Wei Lin instinct keep telling her to run away but Feng Teng never willing to let her go. Feng Teng is a conquer man so as a man who always what he wants. He determined to make Wei Lin him no matter how hard she tried to run away from him, still he won't back off since the first day he laid his eyes on her portfolio. *Do not read if you don't like it* I write this book only for hobby and releasing my stress over my jobs since my work always busy like Wei Lin too. Just mine is reality, no fairy tales. So sometime my imaginary tend to be active during my block head during working. So Wei Lin character pop up into my mind. So enjoy. If you like too. Do not forcing you to read , since my English also impromptu. Hehe*

kohicell0 · perkotaan
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320 Chs

Chapter 301 Pregnant

A despairing laugh falls from my lips.

"Should you say something?" A voice heard to my ears.

It's Feng Teng. My great husband.

I freeze in my waiting room chair as my husband familiar brogue washes over me, then I snap the magazine shut.

"You followed me?" I ask, completely stunned as I turn to face him.

"Do you know that you're bad at lying, my babe wifey?" he states factually, but softly.

He's right. Yes, I'm all a shit at it, but I need to work on it if I'm going to stay with him.

Only if I'm going to stay?

Did I just think that?

"Should you tell me why you're now at this clinic and why you lied to me about it?" He rests his hand on my bare knee and circles it slowly as he watches me intently.

I throw the magazine back on the table. There is no escaping this man.

"Just a regular check-up," I mutter to my knee, trying to shift it from his grasp.

"A regular check-up?" His tone has altered significantly.