How can the president be fierce

Chapter 3053 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1615 The first snow of this year.

Mrs. Bei was sitting on the sofa, pinching the space between her brows with one hand. After all, she was still old. The eldest son who had assumed the position of successor since childhood, had always been self-respecting and self-improving. He had never had a childish temper. There was an earth-shattering commotion, and the group of old stubborn people on the board of directors took the opportunity to make things difficult and intimidate her. Under the internal and external attacks, she was gradually unable to do what she wanted.

Seeing her coming, she got up, didn't say a word, just took her hand and walked upstairs until she reached the door of Beifanxing's bedroom before stopping, patted the back of her hand lightly, and said in a low voice: "Auntie is counting on you."

A mountain of pressure came crashing down on her, and An Luo shrank a little: "Mrs. Bei, please don't do this, I really..."

As if she knew what she was going to say, Mrs. Bei patted her hand lightly again: "Try it first, if it really doesn't work, Auntie will find another way, okay?"

"..."

An Luo pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

……

This bedroom was occupied by her before, and after she left, he probably lived in it again.

It was night, the heavy curtains were closed again, and the visibility was extremely extreme. An Luo didn't dare to turn on the light, and stood at the door for a while to get used to it before she could barely see the scene inside.

It was much better than she expected, at least the air was clean, there was no smell of smoke or alcohol, and the room was also very tidy, with no mess or anything, it looked the same as usual.

She swallowed her saliva, tentatively moved a little to the side of the bed, and when she lowered her head, in the darkness, she staggered in fright at the cold and cold gaze of those wolves.

Didn't sleep? ...or was she woken up?

Holding on to the table with one hand, she managed to stand still. She looked at him with wide eyes, and forced a little smile: "That...I, um...I'll come...to see you..."

The hairy gaze that stared at her was quickly withdrawn.

Because the man turned over and turned his back directly on her.

Well, she said something so ugly before, it's normal for him to be angry and not want to talk to her.

She touched the tip of her nose, turned around in a despondent manner, and planned to slip away, but after walking two steps, she suddenly stopped.

After a moment of silence, he walked lightly a few steps closer to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and opened the curtains on one side casually. The lights outside illuminated the heavy snow, covering the whole world with snow.

She closed her eyes, sighed softly, stepped back a few steps and sat down beside the bed.

After a while, the hand propped on the mattress beside him was covered by a big cold hand, and then his five fingers were gathered together and clenched little by little.

"The first snow of the year."

She lowered her head and smiled at him, her voice was gentle and comfortable in the silent night: "Go to sleep, wake up, let's go shoveling snow together."

Go to sleep.

When we woke up, we went to shovel snow together.

together.

The man did not speak.

After a few minutes, the strength in the big hand holding the back of her hand relaxed a little bit.

fell asleep.

An Luo was sitting by the bed, admiring the big and sometimes small snowfall outside the French window, it was early morning, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.

When we are together, every minute and every second is precious, and it is really too wasteful to use it for sleeping.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at his handsome face through the light from the window. There was no beard, but there was a heavy layer of cyan under her eyes. One could imagine how poor the quality of sleep these days was.

Why bother yourself so much?
(End of this chapter)