How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1969 Sweet Marriage Chapter 530 If you can depend on you for the rest of your life, it's okay to be vulnerable once in a while.

Hao Xiaoman obeyed obediently.

Deng Meng moved her finger to the left: "Look this way..."

Do it obediently.

Moved to the right again: "Look this way again."

Go ahead and do it obediently.

Then Deng Meng put away her fingers, raised her hand and patted her on the shoulder, saying earnestly: "Fortunately, I'm not blind!"

Hao Xiaoman: "..."

Deng Meng straightened up, curling her lips angrily: "You can't tell if the eyes are symmetrical or not? How about your standard legendary water-cut pupils? Gu Pansheng is shining, shining like stars, where did it come from?" symmetry?"

Hao Xiaoman looked up at her silently, when did this girl learn so many inexplicable words?

After a pause, he raised his hand and poked himself again: "Then do you think...is it a little small here?"

"..."

"Then look at my waist? Is it too thick?"

"..."

Deng Meng frowned, took a step back suddenly, and looked her up and down vigilantly: "Tell me, who provoked you? Rong Feifei? Or Lin Wanqing?"

Hao Xiaoman sighed heavily.

It would be easier if it was Rong Feifei or Lin Wanqing. It's normal for women, especially women with opposing positions, to dislike each other.

But generally speaking, men's eyes are the most objective and fair, especially she has a good relationship with Bei San Shao. If it wasn't true, he wouldn't have said such a thing for no reason...

It almost destroyed her most basic self-esteem as a woman.

……

Wednesday night.

Hao Xiaoman came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, but the man who was half leaning on the bed was no longer in the bedroom.

She opened the door and went out, searched around the living room and kitchen, and finally saw the figure of the man on the balcony through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The lights were not turned on outside, he was wearing a black shirt and trousers, his whole body was almost blended into the night, only a little spark flickered in the wind.

From such a long distance, one could feel the oppressive aura surrounding him.

Are you worried about work?Or... Lin Wanqing?

After hesitating for a long time, he turned around and made two cups of tea, walked over to him, sat down in the empty lounge chair beside him, and put one of the cups beside him: "Do you have something on your mind?"

The man flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers, lowered his head and glanced at her faintly: "No, I just came out to smoke a cigarette, I'm afraid it will smell like smoke in the bedroom, which will be bad for your health."

Hao Xiaoman leaned over, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows: "Come out to smoke a cigarette, do you need to frown like this?"

With her fingers, she made a "Chuan" shape between his eyebrows.

The wind blew over from her, carrying an unknown fragrance of flowers, as well as the unique fragrance of a woman just after taking a bath, and the small hands held between her brows were soft and warm.

The man's eyes dimmed, and his voice became a little hoarse: "Come here."

Hao Xiaoman withdrew his hand, took a sip slowly while holding the teacup: "I won't go over, your legs are not sharp yet, I'll sit over and crush them again, don't you want to depend on me for the rest of your life?"

The man smiled lowly: "They're not that fragile. Of course, if it really depends on you for the rest of your life, it's okay to be vulnerable once in a while."

She didn't say a word, and threw him a blank stare.

The night breeze of this season is the mildest, and the scent of tea permeates her nostrils. She drinks it absentmindedly, and overlooks this bustling and magnificent city together with him.

(End of this chapter)