How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1651 Sweet Marriage Chapter 212 You are not ashamed, but I am.

"No!" Hao Xiaoman screamed angrily, and subconsciously wanted to stop her, but she was bound by an iron wall around her waist, and she struggled desperately, but she just turned around in circles.

"Lin Qian, don't break it!" Her eyes were red with anger, and under her anger, she felt that all the blood in her body was pouring into her brain, and her ears were rumbling.

Lin Qian naturally knew who he should take orders from. Although he couldn't bear it in his heart, he swiftly slashed open the huge chinchilla.

The sharp edge of the knife slid across, and the snow-white stuffing poured out of the chinchilla's stomach, and fell to the ground in lumps. The scene was a bit cruel when killing and dismembering the body. Hao Xiaoman watched this lifelike chinchilla After being cut and separated by Lin Qian, he gradually stopped struggling.

A bone-chilling chill couldn't be stopped from the bottom of my heart.

This is the man she married. While giving her enough protection, he also bulldozed the entire forest that belonged to her. He wanted her to live without freedom and self, and he wanted to completely control her, even if it was an unrelated The important doll, as long as he doesn't like it, then she is not allowed to have it.

It wasn't until the nearly two-meter-long Totoro gradually turned into a pile of white fluff and rags that the man withdrew his hand from her waist and turned around lightly: "Get in the car, and I'll take you to buy a doll."

She glanced at the mess on the ground with a blank face, and her voice was so calm that it was almost numb: "Then a large pile of white wadding is thrown under the apartment building. You don't feel ashamed, but I feel ashamed."

After finishing speaking, he walked over a few steps, pushed Lin Qian away, squatted down and began to pick up the white flocs on the ground and stuff them back into the packing bag.

Lin Qian was a little embarrassed, and said softly, "Young Madam, let me do it."

The next moment, the man's cold voice came: "She likes to clean up, so let her do it herself!"

The autumn wind was bleak, and the white flakes, which were as light as snowflakes, were quickly blown everywhere. She didn't bother, she dragged the packaging bag to pick up small pieces, and it took a full half an hour to pick them up.

Nan Mubai's complexion was a bit bit colder than the bleak autumn wind, and he just stood there straight, watching her squatting on the ground and picking it up bit by bit with heavy eyes.

If he didn't speak, Lin Qian didn't dare to make any moves. He stood silently by the side and watched with him...

After Hao Xiaoman picked it up, he dragged the big bag out of the door of the apartment building, and stuffed it into the trash can with great effort.

The black Bentley stopped beside her silently, and Lin Qian got out of the car silently and opened the door for her: "Young Madam, get in the car."

She straightened her clothes expressionlessly and sat in.

The car windows block all the noise outside, and the car is so quiet that you can't even hear the sound of breathing. Nan Mubai's tutor is very good. Even in such a private space, he still sits in an elegant posture, and he can take a picture casually Compared to him, Hao Xiaoman is much more lazy than the one on the cover of the magazine, leaning back in the seat and looking at the passing street outside the window expressionlessly, thinking that if it was Rong Feifei who just encountered that scene, she Will you cry and resist, or will you bear it silently?

If he cried and resisted, Nan Mubai would definitely soften his heart. He couldn't stand her crying the most.

If she endured it silently, Nan Mubai would definitely feel sorry for her being cute and sensible, and the two of them should hug each other tirelessly now.

Where is it like her, who can neither cry nor bear silently, the result of struggling and resisting is that she failed to save the chinchilla and angered Longyan.

Just as he was thinking about it, in the quiet space, a crisp mobile phone rang suddenly.

Nan Mubai's mobile phone never sets inexplicable songs, it is a very orthodox mobile phone's own ringtone, so it seems strange and serious.

(End of this chapter)