How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1585 Sweet Marriage Chapter 146 Angry?
It's not good to mention anything, but "TroubleMaker" must be mentioned!
Sure enough, Nan Mubai's face, which had just improved, turned gloomy and cold again, and he mocked.

She bit her lip and retorted angrily: "If you hadn't insisted on getting out of the car to pick up Rong Feifei and asked me to give up my seat to her, would I have wanted to return the money to you in a fit of anger? Would I have gone to be Ning Yuze's dance partner? Said Come on, it's still your fault!"

"She was standing at the intersection of traffic lights, can I pretend not to see her and just pass by?"

"She is not an ignorant child of one or two years old. She knows the danger and still stands there. What do you care about her?"

"She is my god-sister, what do you think I care about her?"

It was as if someone had stabbed her heart with a needle, no blood was seen, but there was a slight pain.

Hao Xiaoman was stunned for two seconds, raised his eyebrows, and his voice faded: "That's right."

Perhaps it was because she had done too intimate things with him just now, and she couldn't tell the difference for a while. Their marriage had nothing to do with love, so what position did she have to ask him aggressively.

Reaching out to push him to the side, she turned her back to him, and said in a disinterested tone: "I'm sleepy, go to sleep."

In the hazy yellow light, Nan Mubai clearly felt her rejection, and raised his hand to force her to turn around: "Are you angry?"

Hao Xiaoman smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "I'm angry, if the same situation happens again, will you not get out of the car?"

He frowned, staring at her without speaking.

Those deep black eyes are close at hand, they are the warmest and most ruthless eyes she has ever seen, so beautiful that it is shockingly beautiful, people know they shouldn't, but they still cannot extricate themselves from sinking into them.

She sighed softly in her heart, but it was a pity that it didn't belong to her after all.

"Actually, I really think you are quite suitable. Rong Feifei likes you wholeheartedly, and you also have feelings for her. Why don't you come together?" She asked, very seriously.

An inexplicable burst of anger overflowed from the bottom of my heart, forcing the man to turn blue: "Hao Xiaoman, listen to what you said, is it what a wife should say to her husband?!"

"I'm telling the truth, do you want me to lie to you?"

"..."

The temperature plummeted several degrees, the man stared at her with deep eyes, his thin lips gradually pursed into a straight line, silently showing his extreme displeasure at the moment.

Hao Xiaoman was not in the mood to coax him, turned over and continued to sleep.

After a while, I felt the breath around me suddenly pull away, and I bounced on the soft bed.

He got out of bed.

This is his bachelor apartment. There is only one bedroom and one bed. He is going to sleep on the sofa outside.

She curled her lips, too lazy to talk to him, and continued to cultivate sleep.

Just as he was about to fall asleep in a daze, he felt that the bed beside him sank again. The man leaned over with his body covered in moisture, put his arms across her waist to wrap her tightly around her, and hugged her from behind.

She let out a sigh, didn't move, let him hold her, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

He Teng was hospitalized with acute appendicitis, which actually eased his relationship with Deng Meng.

Seeing Deng Meng running to the hospital day by day, Hao Xiaoman's heart gradually became a little numb.

She thought, it's fine like this, Rong Feifei will marry sooner or later, and the elders of the He family will grow old slowly, as long as the past is covered tightly, maybe, she can really be so purely happy go down.

Deng's mother doesn't care about it. Compared with hatred, she should hope that her daughter is happy.

Just let that unbearable truth slowly rot away in the darkest corners of people's hearts, so that no one will mention it, no one will remember it again, as if... as if that period never happened at all.

(End of this chapter)