How can the president be fierce

Chapter 2150 Sweet Marriage Chapter 711 Is the wedding luxurious and romantic enough? It doesn't matter to you at all?
She pinched a shrimp's head and laughed silly: "Have you seen how superb he is? It's not bad to use this guy as a painting once in a while to purify the eyeballs. If you want to talk to him, you will be vomiting blood every minute." The rhythm! So, cherish life and stay away from that idiot Ji Shengbai!"

...From now on, I really want to stay away from him.

The first thing a revengeful person should do is to make his own weaknesses disappear as much as possible. Don't have anyone you like, don't have people you care about, and don't even have friends.

Of course, if it's Hao Xiaoman, who has a strong backer by his side, he can barely exist.

Hao Xiaoman silently put the phone back to its original place, silently reached out to touch a bunch of grilled enoki mushrooms, and before he picked it up, he was patted on the back of his hand.

She raised her head and glared at the man beside her angrily: "Didn't you see that I was stimulated by a snake spirit just now? You can't even be shocked by eating skewers?"

"You can eat some fruit to calm your shock." The man raised his chin and pointed to several plates of fruit on the table.

After a pause, he added in a calm manner: "Of course, hugging me can also suppress the shock. The effect is good. You can try it."

She glared at him angrily, took a piece of watermelon and took a bite.

While eating, she turned her head to look at Deng Meng: "The wedding must be held, and the sooner the better! You have married into the Bei family, and you have received more attention. If Bei Qianqian wants to move you, you have to weigh it up. do you know?"

Deng Meng hummed uninterestedly: "Let's talk about it."

"It's true that Bei Mosheng didn't say a word about the wedding?"

She still couldn't believe it, and looked at her with a frown: "If he really wants to marry you, it's impossible..."

"mentioned."

Deng Meng finally let go, but her expression was cold and mocking: "Ask me if I want a Chinese-style or a Western-style wedding, and ask me if I have a favorite style of wedding dress... But Xiaoman, if a woman marries a man she doesn't like, is there any? Wedding, whether or not the wedding is luxurious and romantic, is actually not important at all..."

Hao Xiaoman frowned and fell silent.

……

After sending Deng Meng home, on the way back, Nan Mubai was speechless all the way. When he was about to arrive at the apartment, he suddenly said without warning: "What about you? Do you want a Chinese-style or a Western-style wedding? Do you have a favorite wedding dress? ...or is it not important to you whether the wedding is luxurious or not?"

Hao Xiaoman leaned on the passenger seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Hearing this, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

After all, she still didn't turn her head, quietly, as if she had fallen asleep, as if she didn't hear his question at all.

Nan Mubai only asked one question, but she didn't answer, so he didn't continue to ask.

The car paused, as if she had just woken up, she stretched and asked in a vague voice, "Are you there?"

Nan Mubai stared at her quietly: "My question is hard to answer?"

She blinked her eyes and looked at him in confusion: "What's the problem?"

The man stared at her for a while before raising his hand to unbuckle his seat belt and get out of the car.

He didn't ask again in front of her, Hao Xiaoman sat in the car, calmly breathed a sigh of relief, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car with him.

Take the elevator all the way up, enter the password, and open the door.

The LCD TV in the living room was turned on and an unknown foreign movie was playing, the aroma of tea was wafting from the sofa, and a slender, fair figure was sitting on the sofa with a book open in his hand.

(End of this chapter)