How can the president be fierce

Chapter 3044 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1606 Are you crying?
There are three rooms, but only two have beds. Because An Ning has been crowded with several girls all year round, she hates sleeping in the same bed with others. She doesn't want to make her feel bad...

After washing the dishes, she went out wiping her wet hands, stood still in front of him, and said bravely, "You...won't you go back?"

Bei Fanxing was sipping tea and watching the news, when he heard the news, he answered very simply: "Well, I will sleep here tonight."

"But there is no extra bed for you..."

"I sleep on the sofa."

"..."

An Luo swallowed her saliva, and carefully urged: "Go back to sleep, this sofa is small and narrow, and you are so tall, it's so uncomfortable to lie on."

"Well, I just went to have a look. Your bed is quite big, it's still a double bed."

"..."

After understanding the hint in his words, An Luo suddenly fell silent, shrank her neck, and dared not say anything anymore, went to hug the quilt, took a pillow and threw it beside him, leaving it alone.

Do what you love.

……

At night, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He was obviously tired all day, and he should sleep soundly early tomorrow.

I checked the time, it was past 2 o'clock.

If this continues, is it the rhythm to open your eyes until dawn?

After getting up, he walked restlessly on the ground for a few times, but he still couldn't help but quietly opened the door to check the situation.

After all, he is the president of a group. He is used to living a life of rich clothes and good food. I'm afraid he has never slept on the sofa. He might be wronged now.

He tiptoed out, his eyes adapted to the darkness, and he could see the scene outside clearly.

The quilt had completely fallen off. On the sofa, the man rested his forehead with one hand, and the other half hung on the edge of the sofa, breathing heavily and oppressively.

Do it yourself.

An Luo was annoyed and annoyed, approached silently with her bare feet, picked up the quilt on the ground and was about to cover him, but froze suddenly.

At first I thought he was just sleeping too uncomfortable, but when he got closer, the voice suddenly became very clear, not just hurried, but more like... choking.

She was stunned, and in the darkness, a pair of eyes looked at him helplessly.

Are you crying?
Why?Because she made him sleep on the sofa?Or was it because she slept with him twice for nothing and didn't intend to marry him?
Could it be... This is just a dream of hers?

Yes, it should be just a dream of hers. How could such a domineering, omnipotent man be so weak that he could cry?Just because of sleeping on the sofa?
No, no.

It must have been just a dream of hers.

Thinking of this, she hugged the quilt and was about to slip back, but her wrist was suddenly clasped by a powerful big hand, pinched between the wrist bones with amazing force, and she took a low breath in pain.

Before he could react in time, his body had already been dragged down on the sofa. Through a quilt, he held her tightly in his arms with both hands, and buried his head into her neck.

Holding her so hard, she could even clearly feel his body trembling slightly.

Isn't it... a dream?
She opened her eyes wide, and after she was dazed, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she was so sad that it was very difficult to even breathe.

In this world, there is a kind of person who can bear the pain of cutting bones and flesh, can endure the pain of mountains of swords and seas of fire, can laugh heartlessly at the saddest moment, but can't helplessly look at the person he likes Cut your little finger.

(End of this chapter)