How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1572 Sweet Marriage 133 Who made you mad at me?

"I don't want your property. I will send you the notebook you gave me some time, and those precious supplements. If you feel that you have lost money, I will find a way to return it to you. The divorce time depends on you. When will you Just give me a call when you have time."

Hao Xiaoman stood up while talking: "I'm going back to school, I will contact you again if I think of anything later."

As soon as she walked out of the restaurant, she heard the ear-piercing sound of tables and chairs rubbing against the ground. When she looked back, the man had already leaned over with his angry body.

His handsome face is as stern as a god, and his voice is like a knife scraping on her skin: "Do you think that marriage is like engagement, and you can take it back if you don't want it? Hao Xiaoman, let me tell you, I, Nan Mubai, only get married in this life." One marriage! There will only be one wife! If you talk about divorce again, I will let your eldest brother and second brother Deng Meng be the funeral object of our marriage!"

The last sentence, every word, was like the most ruthless curse of a devil ringing in my ears, dark, bleak, full of traces of bloody plunder.

I don't know if it was because of panic or anger, Hao Xiaoman couldn't help shaking, she stared at him, and scolded through gritted teeth: "Nan Mubai, I am not a marionette you bought, you have no right to treat me like this! "

"Rights?" The man raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were full of mockery: "Should I say you are naive or naive? With me, do you think you are qualified to talk about rights?"

This was the first time, and Hao Xiaoman knew that the all-night torture she provoked him with a single word the first time was just a pediatric case, when he was really angered, he could do anything cruel.

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In the dead of night, the curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows are wide open, and one can vaguely see rows of high-rise buildings, the lights are dim, twinkling, blinking like stars.

Really unable to fall asleep, she got up again, and just as she sat down in front of the bay window, the bedroom door was suddenly opened, and in the dim light, he found her accurately.

She didn't look at him, and after a while, she felt him leaning over and sitting down behind her, holding a medicine box in his hand.

He pulled down the sheet that was wrapped around her.

His jaw gradually tightened, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

Hao Xiaoman didn't struggle, just curled up and let him help to apply the medicine.

When the wounds went up one by one, the bottle of ointment also ran out.

He sighed lowly, wrapped her up in the bed sheet again, hugged her tightly in his arms from behind, bowed his head and kissed her hair, delicate and gentle, as if silently making up for something.

When the ointment was applied to his body, it was as cool as being blown by the wind, blending with the faint mint fragrance on his body.

Hao Xiaoman stared at the thousands of lights outside the window, and asked expressionlessly, "Are you a dog?"

The man behind her froze, and after a while, the arms around her waist tightened: "It's more like a wolf."

Hao Xiaoman thought for a while, and agreed: "That's right, dogs don't eat people, you just got more aggressive, and you ate me."

The chest of the man behind him trembled slightly, and he laughed softly: "Who made you angry with me? Is it easy to say things like divorce?"

"Why not? When I got married, I agreed casually...ah!"

The big hand around her waist suddenly pinched her gently, she frowned and let out a low cry of pain.

(End of this chapter)