Domineering: The Billionaire Lover of a Bad President

Under the dim and warm light, Xia Qing looked towards the dimly lit place, feeling a sense of loneliness that she hadn't had for many years, without warning. book>

She rubbed her temples with a headache, suspecting that her skull was broken by Jun Qi, otherwise, why would Jun Qi's handsome face always pop out of her mind unconsciously, with evil spirits in the corners of her eyes, like a smile but not a smile His eyes fixed on her, staring at her without blinking.

How could she not cherish the short-lived freedom that was so hard to regain, and wasted thinking about Jun Qi, I am really sorry for spending so much time on her.

He picked up the coffee, put it on his nose and sniffed it lightly, and then put it back to the original place.

She narrowed her eyes slightly. [

Fingers dance comfortably on the table with the music, light and rhythmic.

Xia Qing had a lively smile on her face, enjoying the moment very much.

Until that person appeared.

He appeared at the window without warning, dressed in black, perfectly blending him into the deepest part of the night, yet making it impossible to ignore his existence.

Born with a beautiful face like a demon, with dark eyebrows, deep pupils, and slightly raised thin lips, he has the compassion of a Buddha and the evilness of a demon. He is a very contradictory person, and his whole body exudes danger. Among the thousands of people, it is still lonely and lonely, and no one can approach it.

In the coffee shop, he glanced lightly.

When he saw Xia Qing who was in a daze at the window, a terrible crack suddenly appeared on his face, and the indifferent smile on his lips disappeared instantly, showing a bit of panic, and strode towards him.

Xia Qing's wrist was firmly grasped by him.

She raised her eyes in surprise, and met the man's cold eyes, "Pu Li?" Why is he here?Didn't you stay in Japan?

"Are you a human or a ghost?" He directly lifted her from the seat forcefully, with a rude and ungentlemanlike gesture.

Fortunately, Xia Qing had long since given up on looking for the thoughtfulness of a normal man from this fake monk. The tearing pain in her wrist made her frown, and she almost instinctively pinched the hand that was placed on the corner of the table with her free hand. The western food knife swung backhand at Pu Li's handsome face.

A silver light flashed past.

Pu Li had no choice but to let go of her grip, otherwise, he would be disfigured tonight, and his perfect handsome face would be ruined by a blunt western knife.

"You are the ghost." Xia Qing said coldly.

Why is she always at odds with the fake monk? Every time they meet, a few words will definitely lead to violent conflicts.

His hostility towards her was inexplicably great, she didn't want to provoke him, and he would try his best to make her full of anger.

"You are still alive, who was the person who was killed in the car? The substitute you arranged??" Pu Li looked gloomy, and swung his right hand fiercely, hitting Xia Qing's hand holding the knife, and the western food knife drew a line in the air With a sharp sharp light and a crisp sound, the handle sank into the wooden dining table next door.

And a man and a woman who were having a meal with affection and sweetness, were already frightened dumbfounded by the knife that appeared out of nowhere.

"The person who was killed by the bomber, what is the substitute?" Xia Qing couldn't understand his words at all, her eyes were full of suspicion and guard, thinking that Pu Li was pretending to be a showman, using some inexplicable words to deceive her, in order to achieve some kind of ulterior motive human obscenities. [