Pheromone recognition disorder

Chapter 132: My Wife is Rich Enough to Rival a Country

Chapter 132: My Wife is as Rich as a Nation

  Inside the aircraft carrier prison, Zhou Jiuya was interrogating Cecilia.

  The two sat facing each other with a layer of special glass between them. Cecilia's hands and feet were locked by mechanical locks. She changed into a prisoner's clothes, but it was still difficult to hide her superior figure.

  However, becoming a prisoner did not seem to be a particularly bad thing for Cecilia. She was still in her coquettish posture and was playing with her beautiful nails leisurely.

  "I'm not interested in you, Zhou Xiaoniao. Ask Pei Changyun to come in person."

  Zhou Jiuya's face was cold,
  "Do you think you have the capital to negotiate?"

  "Why not? Besides, is it so important that I told the secret?"

  Cecilia supported her face with one hand and drew circles on the table casually.

  "The once beloved Saint Lady has been imprisoned for more than two hundred years. Who do you think is to blame?"

  At this point, her fingertips paused, and the lazy smile on her face suddenly turned cold.

  "Jiang Jinsheng, a mere B-level alpha, obviously has no ability to protect her but he still comes to provoke her."

  When the Saint broke with the Pope and was imprisoned, Cecilia, as an apostle, was naturally coveted in various ways. Because she is an omega. And she is A-level. In such a difficult environment, Cecilia grew up quickly. It took her more than two hundred years to finally tear open her own place in the church where the strong prey on the weak.

  She tried every possible way to repair the relationship between the Pope and the Saint. Even though the results were minimal, the imprisonment order was still not revoked. But at least, Bai Min is alive and her heart is beating.

  And Jiang Jinsheng's so-called salvation caused her beloved Min Min to die.

  "Do you think their original plan was really perfect?"

  Cecilia grinned, revealing a very strange smile,
  "His Holiness the Pope has a lot of connections. There is nothing in the Holy White Tower that he wants to know. Every believer, and perhaps even more things you can't imagine..."

  "--They are all his eyes."

  As she said that, she suddenly opened her collar, revealing a large area of ​​white skin on her chest.

  The woman's action was too sudden, and Zhou Jiuya was shocked and immediately looked away as if he had been electrocuted. However, Cecilia was wearing a low-cut suspender inside, and apart from being sexy and beautiful, there was nothing vulgar about it.

  Even though Zhou Jiuya quickly looked away, he still caught a glimpse of the large blood-gold holy mark on the woman's chest that spread to her collarbone.

  Before that, it should have been golden.

  Zhou Jiuya frowned,
  "You..."

  "Oh, it's rare for an old man to show such pure love."

  Cecilia flirted with him with a coquettish expression,

  "Well, it's Leah's fault. I forgot that the legion commander is still single. It seems that I haven't seen any omega in all these years..."

  At this point, Cecilia seemed to suddenly think of something surprising. She stared at the stiff man opposite her, with a face full of mischief and gossip,
  "Zhou Xiaoniao, you are not more than 300 years old... or a fledgling?"