Shit!
Wang Dadong felt like ten thousand alpacas were floating over his head—oh no, it was actually his gorgeous CEO wife floating over his head.
He had just managed to climb up and poke his head out when, lo and behold, his wife's high heel came stamping down on him.
What the heck! Damn it!
Bang!
The poor awning, hit again, and this time, by two people.
Luckily, Wang Dadong played the cushion for his delicate CEO, otherwise, even with the awning there, Shiyan might have been battered to death.
"Look, wifey, although your hubby here would love to be Superman, to show off and take you flying, I am definitely not Superman. Can we stop with these kinds of jokes next time?" Wang Dadong said, grinning through the pain.
"Wang Dadong, you're not dead, you're not dead, that's great!" However, the female CEO seemed not to have heard a word Wang Dadong said; she was just overjoyed to find Wang Dadong still breathing.
Crack!
What the hell was that sound?
