How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1611 Sweet Marriage Chapter 172 Don't blame me for burying you myself.

Nan Mubai lowered his head, pinched her chin with his long fingers, and sprayed a puff of smoke on her face wantonly.

"Sister-in-law, you think too much."

His voice was colder than this quiet and cold night, revealing a slight sarcasm: "To me, you are just a beautiful vase."

Lin Wanqing was stunned, and a layer of water appeared in her eyes almost immediately, and she laughed foolishly: "Don't forget that you once killed someone indirectly for this vase of mine! The person next to your pillow did it for another A woman's hands are covered with blood, does Hao Xiaoman know?"

As soon as the word 'Hao Xiaoman' was spoken, the fingers on her chin suddenly became stronger, silently revealing the man's emotional changes.

"Lin, Wan, Qing!" His thin lips moved, and his voice was so dark that it seemed that he would tear her to pieces at any moment. He stood up straight, and every step he took seemed to be stepping on the tip of her heart: " You'd better put away all your little calculations! If Xiaoman knows anything about you, I'm afraid you won't even be able to sit still as the eldest wife of the Nan's Group! When the time comes, you will be kicked out of your house and live on the street. It's too late to regret."

Lin Wanqing was pinched by his chin and forced to stop in front of the wooden pillar behind her. She felt a pain in her heart, and tears burst out of her eyes instantly.

Over the years, she has been subjected to his sarcastic remarks, cynicism, and sarcasm, but she has never heard such a cruel and ruthless threat from him!Just because she mentioned that name!
Her hot tears fell on the man's fingertips, and he withdrew his hand suddenly, shook off the tears in disgust, and said coldly: "Don't take the initiative to contact me again, and don't try to challenge my bottom line, Lin Wanqing, how dare you be yourself?" Digging a grave, don't blame me for burying you myself."

The extremely ruthless voice was still echoing in the quiet corridor, and the figure of the man had disappeared from sight.

Lin Wanqing raised her hand to cover her eyes, but tears still fell from between her fingers. Her slender body swayed in the cold night wind, and finally sat down on the ground, curled up and crying, trembling all over.

……

There was a soft sound of the door opening and closing, followed by the rustling of a man undressing.

Hao Xiaoman still maintained the posture before he left, perhaps because her nerves were too sensitive, she smelled a faint scent of women's perfume, mixed with the smell of smoke, which stimulated her nerves.

His temples began to throb inexplicably.

The position next to her sank again, and the man leaned over. His strong arms stretched over her shoulders, and with a slight force, almost compulsively turned her over, and then hugged her face to face.

She closed her eyes and tried her best to control her breathing rhythm so that he wouldn't notice anything unusual.

The man hugged her quietly for a while, then lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead. In the darkness, he seemed to let out a low sigh.

She endured it for a while, but in the end she couldn't hold it back, pretending that she wasn't quite used to it, and turned over. She didn't expect that the man would forcibly turn her body over again in the next second.

She didn't dare to move anymore, afraid that continuing to move would arouse his suspicion, so she could only close her eyes and nestle in his arms and pretend to be asleep.

I don't know how long it took, the vague fragrance on his body gradually dissipated, leaving only the cold peppermint fragrance that belonged to him alone, her tense nerves gradually relaxed, and unconsciously, she really fell into a deep depression. sleep.

(End of this chapter)