The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

The Poor Girl Owns the CEO
I love you hubby



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"Did Young Master ask you the same question?" doni asked after drinking.


Brakes.


Doni and Pak Adi both turned to the top floor, where the master's room was located.


"Let's look up! I'm afraid what happened to Miss!" adi ran to climb the stairs.


"No need to interfere sir, otherwise want to look to his two devote longing. Rich people don't understand!" goda Doni though his tone of voice is flat.


Mr. Adi breathed a sigh of relief, understanding what Doni said.


"Do I want to make food?" tawar pak Adi's.


"There is no need to bother the father" said Doni basa stale.


"You have never changed!" mr. Adi prepares food for Doni.


Upstairs.


Layla opened the door violently, then closed it by slamming her.


Layla's gaze circulated, looking for the whereabouts of the man who had already become her husband. A man who has made his day uncomfortable as long as there is no news. The man who was able to disturb Layla's heart who could no longer make peace with patience.


"But Danuuu!" layla cried out in a loud voice.


"No need to scream La! My ears had no problem there. How are you, baby? Don't you want to hug me?" Danu emerged from the door connected to the balcony, then stretched out into her two hands.


Pluks.


Layla's backpack, shaken from her shoulder to lying on the floor, with a hard-to-believe look, Layla stepped slowly towards Danu.


'Has Danu been home since when? Ka Danu is already dressed casually, aren't you going to go outside again? Why did you see Danu in her increasingly shining aura huh? Cool, dashing, my husband!' the great-grandson Layla inwardly judged Danu's appearance.


"My little girl! Are you happy playing outside? Doni didn't do you no brazen thing, did you, honey?" danu asked again with a fluffy smile, as Layla stepped more and more definitely in his direction.


'I have to give Danu a lesson, as good as he went play, play say, in the word I'm a child! I was ignored for a while, then left and came back without giving any news!' layla in my heart.


The distance to the two is getting closer, but Layla accidentally stops her steps. He put his two hands on his waist. Staring at Danu cynically.


"Didn't you miss me, baby? Come on hug me!" exclaimed Danu, with her eyebrows rising and falling, to two hands still stretching.


"On my side, it's ready to be your leaning spot baby!" yelled Danu again, patting her chest with her right palm.


Bugh.


"Awwwwhhhh what are you doing baby! It hurts so much!" peeking Danu meringisss felt pain in his new leg at the kick Layla.


"You can think of it as a welcome greeting from Singapore!" layla said indifferently, turning her back to Danu and then about to step away.


Danu clasped Layla's wrist tightly.


"I'm still mad at you!" layla said tightly without looking at her one bit.


Sreeek.


Brug.


Danu pulled Layla to make her turn back, looking at each other with a very close distance. Layla's one hand was on Danu's shoulder.


"Say I love you!" pinta Danu with a breath that swept over Layla's neck.


"I love you hubby!" layla said with blushing cheeks.


Sreek.


Layla manages to parade her body from Danu, then runs into the bathroom and closes her door. I don't forget the key either.


"Hey, why run! I want to hear it again, baby!" yell Danu with a high voice.


"Don't want to, I want to take a shower" said Layla who was followed by the sound of water gurgling from inside the bathroom.


Tok to tok.


Danu knocked on the bathroom door.


"We can take a shower together, baby!" persuade Danu after knocking on the bathroom door several times.


Ceklek.


Hendle's door has not changed at all, although Danu has tried to open it several times.


"It's true in the key from the inside huh?" muttered Danu stared at the bathroom door.


"I'm waiting for you to finish the bath, baby!" exclaimed Danu, walking towards the bed.


Bugh.


Seriate...


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