"Muhammad, are you really going to do this? Are you sure you are not kidding?" Muhammad's mother asked in surprise. As soon as Muhammad said this, not only the old woman, but even everyone present was surprised.

"Mom, look at her so healthy and beautiful, and she has such a kingly spirit. In short, she touches my heartstrings so much. Mom, please bless me, and bless me to find my true love again!"

"Mumhamed, you decided to get married so quickly, are you a little too fast? And even if you want to remarry, you should choose one of your "**li"? After all, a few of them have given birth to children for you!"

"Mom, I understand very well what I am doing, and I also understand very well what I want in my heart over the years!"

"But..." the old woman hesitated a little.

"Mom, don't you, don't you want your son to be happy in the future?"

"Of course Mom wants you to be happy, but, son, you can't be so anxious. You should also ask Yahmostella if she wants to marry you?"

"Yes, I should ask for advice from Jahmostella!" Mohammed turned his head to face Jahmostella "Jahmostella, are you willing to marry me?"

At this time, the smile on Yahmostella's face became even more intense. Her smile infected everyone in the hall. She saw that she gently and firmly spit out three words, "I do!"

"My dear Yahmostlia, you can stay in this bedroom tonight!" Mohammed took Yahmostlia to a luxuriously decorated golden bedroom. In the large room, except for a few parts of it, the other furniture and decorations were mainly golden. The whole room looked magnificent and beautiful.

"So beautiful!" Jahmostlia looked at the decoration of the entire room in admiration.

"Yes, it's very beautiful. This room is the bedroom of my deceased wife. She has been empty since her death. Except for the occasional two nights, no one is allowed to enter this room!"

"Why?"

"Because my wife is very beautiful! She loves cleanliness! She can simply describe her as a cleaning shop. She doesn't like someone entering her house, and she doesn't like someone messing up the things she puts, so her house is never allowed to come in except me, even our son and daughter!" Mohamed stared at the wedding photos of the two on the wall. In the photo, Natania, a beautiful and elegant wife with a ladylike style, happily snuggled with Mohamed in a snow-white wedding dress. Her dazzling eyes were filled with endless tenderness. "It's a pity that she was weak and died at the age of thirty!"

"Since your wife likes cleanliness so much and doesn't like others entering her house, why do you bring me in today? Aren't you afraid that I will dirty her house?"

"No, no, you won't. In my heart, you are the only one who can replace her!"

"Mohamed, thank you for your love for me!"

"It's late at night, you can rest!" Mohammed gently kissed Yahmostlia on his forehead, "Good night!"

"Good night!" As Muhammad just walked to the door, Yahmostlia suddenly spoke and called him, "Mohammad, don't go!"

"What's wrong, my baby?" Mohammed turned around.

"Please stay!" Jahmostella looked pitiful and pitiful, "I'm afraid!"

"Baby, what are you afraid of?"

"I... are afraid of her!" Jahmostlia signaled Mohammed to look at the photos of him and Natania on the head of the bed.

"You said Natania!" Mohamed shook his head. "She won't blame you. Really, she is the kindest woman in the world!"

"Mumhamed!" Before Mohamed could turn around and leave Yahmostlia had already rushed into his arms. "I won't let you go, I don't want you to leave me!" Yahmostlia looked up from Muhammad's arms, and her pair of mysterious pupils made Muhammad confused when he saw it. He couldn't help but reach out to hug her...

Mohammed kept hiring on Yahmostella's full body, and the majestic power of the male flowed into his body. "Yahmostella!" He gasped, "I love you, I want to give you all my things!"

"Do you really want to give me all of you?" Yahmostlia swung her plump buttocks beneath Mohammed to facilitate Mohammed's deeper piercing...

"Yes, I love you, I want to give you everything I have, including my life!"

"Mohammed!" Jahmostlia smiled, with a beautiful smile on her face.

Mohammed sprinted with all his strength, again and again, listening to the beautiful Jahmostlia moaning under him, he couldn't help but speed up the intensity of his own impact. Finally, he finally poured out all of it...

Yahmostlia smiled and reached out to hug Mohamed's back. Her ten fingernails became long and sharp in an instant, and her eyes became redder and red as if they were about to drip blood. Just as she opened her mouth and exposed her mouth and was about to bite Mohamed's neck, Mohamed, who was resting with her eyes closed, suddenly spoke up, "Yahmostlia, tomorrow, I will take you to China!"

"China?"

"Yes, China, I want to take you to China to attend the wedding of my partner's son in business, and I want to announce my marriage with you to people all over the world!"

"Mumhamed, you are so nice to me!" Jahmostlia's hands were still stroking Mohammed's back, but she had no sharp teeth or long nails at this time. She opened her red mouth and said softly in Mohammed's ear, "I love you!"

"Do you love me? Do you really love me?" Mohamed opened his eyes excitedly and looked at the beautiful face of the goddess in front of him.

"Yes, I love you, Muhammad, my man, take all your strength, come and conquer me!"

"Jahmostella, wait! I'm here!" After this stimulation, Mohammed suddenly became excited again as if he was possessed. He stood up and quickly spread Yahmostella's legs on both sides of his shoulders. Then he thrust his lower body and carried his gun again...

Amid the happy moans of Jahmostlia and the heavy gasp of Muhammad, no one noticed that Mohammad's beautiful and elegant wife Natania's eyes were shed, and two lines of red tears like blood were shed...
Chapter completed!