How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1477 Sweet Marriage Chapter 38 is also a crime.

Nan Mubai sat in the middle, and there was an empty seat next to him. Seeing her come in, he flicked the cigarette between his fingers, and said in a lazy and domineering tone, "Come here."

Just as Hao Xiaoman was about to take Deng Meng there, He Teng walked over with two long legs, took Deng Meng's hand and walked out: "Come with me."

In front of so many people, Deng Meng was not easy to get angry, and after giving Hao Xiaoman a gesture of reassurance, she patiently followed He Teng out.

Nan Mubai's long legs overlapped, his suit jacket was draped over the armrest of the sofa, and he only wore a white shirt on his upper body. The neckline was wide open at the moment, and he looked extraordinarily sexy and charming under the hazy light.

He put one hand on the back of the sofa behind her, shook the wine glass in his hand, and looked down at her expressionless face: "Still angry?"

She has ignored him since he came in.

Hao Xiaoman's hand holding the wine glass tightened uncontrollably. She raised her head and looked at him closely: "Do you think I should be angry?"

Nan Mubai stared at her, they were very close, the tip of his nose was almost touching the tip of his nose, he could even smell the light fragrance of the fruity body wash on her body clearly.

The eyes gradually became darker and darker: "I didn't let Feifei sleep in our bed, and you were the only woman who lay on that bed."

He lowered his head slightly, and his forehead touched hers.

our bed...

Hao Xiaoman couldn't help but pause for breath, the noisy sounds around her seemed to be sucked away in an instant, and it became extremely quiet. The only thing she could hear was his steady breathing, and the only thing she could see was him as deep as the universe beautiful eyes.

Just looking at her so intently, as if looking into the depths of her soul.

She suddenly felt a little scared, subconsciously turned her head away, closed her eyes and took a sip of beer. The cold liquid slid from her lips and tongue into her stomach, and the temperature in her heart cooled down slightly.

Nan Mubai didn't push her anymore, shook the wine glass in his hand, and took a sip.

It's just that the hand on the armrest slipped slightly, caught her free hand, and clasped her fingers tightly.

Hao Xiaoman closed his eyes and held his breath.

It's over, it's about to fall.

……

Just after taking a shower and blowing her hair, Xiao Miao came back from the outside with red eyes.

She covered her face with one hand, but she still couldn't cover the high swelling marks.

Deng Meng turned over and sat up, looking at her in surprise: "Xiao Miao, what's wrong with your face?"

Hao Xiaoman also turned off the hair dryer, leaned over to remove her hand, and took a deep breath in shock: "Who hit it?!"

Her entire left cheek was swollen like a bun, and the corner of her mouth was faintly stained with dried blood. Unless she slapped her face continuously, only a man could slap her so hard at once.

Xiao Miao lowered her head, her shoulders trembled, and she suddenly choked up violently, tears rolling down from her eyes.

Hao Xiaoman and Deng Meng had no choice but to comfort her while handing her tissues.

Xiao Miao cried for more than ten minutes before she opened her mouth sobbing, "I've grown up so much, and I've never been beaten like this before. My parents are reluctant to move a finger of me..."

(End of this chapter)