How can the president be fierce

Chapter 3149 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1711 That was probably the most beautiful scene she had ever seen in her life.

In a daze, I suddenly remembered many, many trivial things, those memories that were once forgotten in time, these days somehow, one by one became very clear.

Thinking of when he just came to Ji's house, she didn't like how she looked at her, and she wanted to drive him out, so she hid in his closet in white clothes with disheveled hair, thinking of pretending to be a ghost for a while to scare him, but accidentally fell asleep After waking up, I found that I was already in my bedroom...

Recalling the first time he celebrated her birthday, he gave her a very beautiful oil painting. She always thought that it was painted by some famous artist he asked for, but only later did she know that it was painted by him himself.

I also remembered that she lost her temper because he went to school with the girl from the neighbor's house, and set his books on fire...

Haven't seen him for a whole month.

Missing, in the deepest and quietest night, scorched her body hot like lava erupted from a volcano.

Suddenly want to see him like crazy.

Even if it's just a glance, even if it's just across the door of the ward.

That's it... In pajamas, barefoot, with disheveled hair, he ran out all the way.

Even forgot to drive.

The streets in the early morning were empty and cold, and there was hardly a pedestrian or car in sight. In the cold winter night, the wind pierced into the skin like a needle, and she ran all the way, her hands and feet were still frozen and almost stiff.

As the elevator went up, her heart was beating crazily in her chest, as if it was going to burst out of her chest at any moment.

With her bare feet stepping on the marble floor, there was almost no sound. She stood at the elevator door, tried to adjust her breathing, and then cautiously approached the ward.

The light was on, Yaoyao was covered with a quilt, her head was resting on Ji Zichuan's legs, her big eyes were blinking, and she never forgot to eat the snacks around her.

The man was wearing a set of off-white home casual clothes, holding a comic book in his hand, and was reading to her word by word.

His voice is very unique, so unique that it can instantly kill those well-known voice actors, and it adds a bit of hazy beauty through a door.

That was probably the most beautiful scene she had ever seen in her life.

A mature and stable man, a pretty and lovely girl, at three o'clock in the morning, everything is silent, she is pillowing his leg, and he is rubbing her little head.

……

The small bench in the hospital park is as cold as ice.

Ji Zhizhi sat on it, half of his body was numb from the cold, propping up the small bench with both hands, staring at his red feet from the cold, in a daze.

I heard that there is a limit to the amount of pain a person can bear, and the more he endures physically, the more he will feel relieved psychologically.

Probably true.

she thinks.

The sound of pattering footsteps approached from far away, she was startled, and after a while, she looked up slowly.

The vast mist made that figure a little blurry, and one could only vaguely see that it was a tall man in a beige suit.

Breathing stopped unconsciously.

Until a perfectly handsome face appeared in front of her eyes, with thin lips hooked into a faint smile, looking at her in a state of embarrassment.

The tight breath in her chest did not know when she relaxed, she looked away, and her voice seemed a little careless: "At this time, what are you doing here if you don't have sex with your girlfriends?"

"I heard that a beautiful little wild cat came to the hospital park, come and admire it."

(End of this chapter)