How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1200 Xia Huanxi Merchant Chapter 388 Not enough heads, so use the lonely city Ji Shengbai to make up.

Xia Huan waited for a long time with her head down, so long that she almost thought that he had entered the bedroom. When she looked up, she found that he was still standing in the same position, looking at her for a moment.

Knowing him for so long, she has seen this man's black-bellied and frivolous appearance, his gentle appearance like jade, his elegant and calm appearance, his sinister and bloodthirsty appearance, but she has never seen his sad appearance.

I have never seen it, let alone imagined that such a high-ranking, ruthless murderer would have such mortal emotions.

So calm, sad.

Perhaps, it's just that he's not used to being rejected, after all, there are too many women who are madly obsessed with him.

She turned back to the bedroom, and soon came out with the suitcase she had prepared.

Xishang still stood in the same place, but changed his posture, facing her with his back, only the side face was hidden in the shadow, with a cold line: "How long do you think a Bei family in Gucheng can protect you?"

She was startled: "Western merchants."

The man raised his eyes, and he didn't even give her the side profile anymore, only his back was straight and straight: "Xia Huan, if you leave this door tonight, I, Xishang, will let him be buried in a cemetery by the Chu family tomorrow." .The head is not enough, use the isolated city Ji Shengbai to fill in."

His voice wasn't too sinister and cold, it even seemed unusually calm, so calm and breezy that it seemed he was just chatting with her about family matters.

——Vice President Zhao, you are indeed not worthy of my falling out with the Bei family in Gucheng.

That night, when Zhao Lingfei was trampled under by her master and was in so much pain that she was dying, he also said something in such a calm tone that made her collapse in an instant.

She once thought that he was very afraid of the power of the Bei clan in Gucheng.

But now, he said in almost the same tone, 'there's not enough heads, so use the ones from the lonely city Ji Shengbai to make up'.

Xia Huan opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "Xishang, you are not a child, can you explain something?"

She is not a toy, it is not that if he likes her, he must stay, and if he does not like her, he must get away mellowly.

"You want to hear my reasoning?"

When the man turned around, he had already returned to his gentle and refined appearance. There was a smile on his lips, but there was a scarlet cold light in his eyes: "Xia Huan, you must have seen my kind side too much, so you can't help me." It creates the illusion that I am a reasonable person.”

Xia Huan touched the wall with one hand, watched helplessly as he suddenly approached, staggered and wanted to retreat, but it was too late...

……

hospital.

When Liang Musheng rushed to the ward, the man was leaning on the hospital bed, and the nurse was helping him re-bandage the wound with a blushing face.

In the single sofa chair next to him, Xia Huan was wrapped in a loose suit jacket, as if he was overly frightened, his small face was pale and bloodless.

The handsome and impeccable man smiled angrily, and put one hand in his pocket: "I thought you were so pure-hearted, but you have already become perverted in silence? You think you have too much blood on your body, so go directly to donate blood. How much is it wasted?"

Xi Shangjun's face was bloodless, and he glanced at him lightly: "I don't know if I don't have a clear heart, but I don't know, but you can see that I am in pain all over, and I have to get involved in everything."

Liang Musheng lit a cigarette, took a puff, bent down, sprayed it on his face frivolously, and smiled: "No way, a lonely person always has to get involved in other people's affairs to find the joy of life."

(End of this chapter)