How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1890 Sweet Marriage Chapter 451 You fell asleep, do you want me to talk to myself here alone?

She suddenly became exasperated: "Is it interesting for you to toss around like this?"

"It's you who is tossing, I just cooperate with you to toss a little bit."

"Why should I bother when I'm so good? It's because you made all kinds of ruthless, shameless and unreasonable troubles first!"

"When have I been ruthless, shameless and unreasonable?"

"When are you not ruthless..."

Realizing that their conversation was likely to wander back and forth between the words 'ruthless, shameless and vexatious', she immediately stopped in time.

Forget it, her lord doesn't remember the faults of villains, and she doesn't have the same knowledge as him.

……

As soon as I opened my eyes, the sun was already setting, and the brilliant yellow afterglow of the setting sun shrouded in. In the huge ward, a quiet and gentle atmosphere spread.

With the man's strong and heavy arms around her waist, her body was almost completely embedded in his arms, and the seams were so tight that she could even clearly feel the warmth of his long body.

It's been a long time since I felt so peaceful.

She quietly looked at the golden sun outside the window, and suddenly wanted to go and see that woman. She didn't know where she was buried, and she didn't know what she looked like. Go over and have a look, at least you can see it from the tombstone. she looks like...

As soon as this idea was born in my mind, it was killed.

She thought mockingly, if she didn't look at her when she was alive, why should she pretend to be filial after she died?She let her pass away with regret, and she probably didn't want her to disturb her at this time, did she?

Closing his eyes, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"I just woke up, why are you sighing?"

The man's voice suddenly came from above her head, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet ward. The voice was obviously not loud, but she was still trembling in fright even though she was unprepared.

He sat up almost immediately and looked angrily at the man who was obviously sober: "You won't make a sound when you're awake? Do you want to scare me to death?"

Nan Mubai looked mockingly at the little woman who lost her temper just after waking up: "You fell asleep, do you want me to talk to myself here by myself?"

"..."

She thought about it, and it seemed right. He probably knew she was awake only when he heard her sigh, so he asked casually.

Pursing her lips, she opened the quilt and was about to get out of bed, her waist tightened again.

Her brows that had been stretched just now were frowned again: "Are you planning to spend the rest of your life in this bed with me?"

The man shrugged and smiled yuppie: "If you don't mind..."

"Crazy!" She angrily dropped three words, forcefully broke his hand on her waist, and got off the bed.

"I'm going back to the dormitory tonight. You've finished your infusion today, so you should be able to go home, right? Come back tomorrow, or just ask the family doctor to go to Nanzhai to give you an injection. It's the same."

Nan Mubai also sat up, resting his chin on one hand and admiring the way she was arranging her clothes, and asked seriously: "Come back to the South Residence with me? What if I have a high fever again tonight?"

Hao Xiaoman paused for a while in arranging his clothes, and looked up at him: "You ask the doctor to prescribe some antipyretic medicine for you. If you have a fever again at night, take some medicine first."

The man looked at her quietly: "If you have a high fever, I will definitely leave work and take care of you without eating, drinking, or sleeping..."

Hao Xiaoman: "..."

……

9 pm.

On the phone, Deng Meng called out in a strange voice: "Yo, the woman who was still clamoring for a divorce at noon, just lay on the same bed with him at night?"

(End of this chapter)