President Brown's Rebellious Wife

any conspiracy?" Sam Brown s

You are like my real brother. How can

r pushed in the door, holding a box with

. Should I go?" Sam Brown always felt that Nancy

looked at Nancy Moore w

our luggage. So you might be busy tonight." Nancy Moore meant so

r. Jones, Francis Jones's father, forced Fr

home to accompany Nancy Moore for dinner every Friday, and he must not stay out overnight. If he bre

ancis Jones didn't want to go home, he

fferent women home to accompany Nancy Moore for dinner. As l

rancis Jones was go

e's eyes and asked, "Do you mean

Brown with such a clear and beautiful face. Taki

mistresses Francis Jones had. She was almost turni

d forward and kicked Sam Brown, who was lying on the sofa and playing with his phone. "G

s legs and said imp

..

Jones stepped into the door and h

smelling the scent of the restaurant from time to time. But Nancy Moore

oore took a roasted chicken wing from the plate and walked towards

y towards the sofa, Sam Brown insti

er lips hit his lips. And when she struggl

eyes widened in shock. When he realized

saw Sam Brown's fluste

hell was

articularly long, just like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, and her pale cheeks were ba

so, and rea

Nancy Moore decisively shoveled the chick

er, "Mrs. Jones, I fulfill my prenuptial agre

ckly got up, just meeting the ir

y did not expect to see

like he was just 18, immature, clean and well-behaved. And t

horny?" Francis Jo