How can the president be fierce

Chapter 3462 Sweet Marriage 2024 Boss, here she comes.

USA, California.

The night was dark and misty, and the huge castle was as quiet as a magnificent palace that had been silent on the seabed for many years, hiding countless secrets and dangers.

The black extended private car slowly drove into the heavily guarded gate, bypassed the vast grassland, and stopped steadily with the surging music spring.

The butler and the maid were waiting at the bottom of the stairs early on. As soon as the car came to a complete stop, they respectfully opened the door.

The housekeeper opened a black umbrella to shield the man who just got out of the car from the fine rain, and said in a respectful and humble voice, "Boss, she's here."

she was.

There is only one word, so concise that it doesn't even have a surname.

Here, the Bei family is not allowed to be mentioned by anyone.

Priest Su's sharp-edged handsome face showed no emotion at all, as if her arrival had already been expected by him.

"When did you come here?" He asked, his low, magnetic voice seemed to travel extraordinarily far in the silent night.

The butler took the coat he took off and hung it between his arms, and replied: "In the afternoon, after coming here, I went directly to the eldest lady's bedroom and never came out."

The man pursed his thin lips slightly: "Is she alone with Qianli?"

Although she was the eldest lady's biological mother, it was obvious that he still didn't like them having time alone.

The butler nodded slightly and apologized: "I'm sorry boss, it was my oversight, I'll send someone up now..."

"never mind."

The man waved his hand away from the maid who brought tea and snacks, ripped off his tie impatiently with one hand, and strode upstairs: "Everyone is waiting here, no one is allowed to go up without my order."

"Yes, boss."

……

At this time, just a few days ago, the entire corridor was already filled with Xiaoqianli's uncomfortable crying.

But tonight was extraordinarily quiet.

Long-lost silence.

Priest Su stood still in front of Qianli's bedroom door and did not move for a long time.

The sound insulation effect of the door is very good. If there is no noise inside, you can hardly hear the slightest sound.

Breathing was out of rhythm for a moment, but it quickly returned to calm.

He opened the door swiftly.

The light in the bedroom has been adjusted to a soft dark orange that is very suitable for sleeping. The woman is wearing a black crew neck sweater, revealing her beautiful collarbone, her complexion is as white as cream, her curly chestnut hair is scattered on her shoulders, and she is sitting with her back facing him. Beside the bed, I carefully trimmed the fingernails of my sleeping daughter.

Babies' fingers are too small, and if their nails grow a little, it is easy to scratch their face.

Some time ago, the nanny who took care of Qianli accidentally cut her finger when she was cutting her nails, which made the little daughter burst into tears. Priest Su got angry, and the nanny was whipped for this, and she is still in the hospital to this day lie down.

Afterwards, he gave an order that no one was allowed to cut her nails, but the maids and nannies took turns to take care of her to ensure that she would not scratch her face again.

The nails fell down one after another, making a crisp sound after another.

In the crib, the girl kept breathing evenly from beginning to end, her slender and thick eyelashes cast a beautiful fan-shaped shadow on her eyelids.

I haven't seen him for half a year. The little guy who was light and almost weightless in my arms has grown a lot taller and gained a lot of weight.

The wrinkled little face has also grown, red lips and white teeth, big and bright eyes, she smiled at the first sight when she saw her, she was not afraid of strangers at all, when she hugged her, she opened her small arms and hugged her neck, cute incredible.

Crescent Moon put away the nail clippers, leaned over and kissed her soft little face affectionately, paused, and kissed again.

This is probably the softest place in the world. With a light kiss, her little face will be printed with the curvature of her lips.

The corners of her lips were curved, staring at her delicate and delicate sleeping face, wishing she could just look at her for the rest of her life without thinking or doing anything.

A man's cough suddenly came from behind her. She was frightened and got up quickly.

Priest Su casually threw the ripped tie on the bed, his cold eyes swept over her vigilant little face, and said indifferently, "Who allowed you to come here?"

Yueya firmly grasped the baby rocker beside her with one hand, and bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth: "I heard that she is ill, come and have a look."

"She is sick and has a doctor to take care of her, so she doesn't need you."

She is sick and has a doctor, don't need her?

Yue Ya frowned, and smiled angrily at his words: "Don't need me? I don't need you, do you? She has lived in my stomach for more than 9 months, how about you? Apart from finding a few Besides being a better maid and nanny, what else can I do?!"

The air was frozen little by little.

The man's blue eyes locked on her without blinking, and he approached step by step, like an elegant leopard full of strength, keeping a close eye on its prey, and only waiting for the last moment to bite her fragile throat.

This slow approach was like a deliberately prolonged torture, Yue Yue's face gradually turned pale, and she instinctively retreated step by step until there was no way to retreat.

Priest Su supported the wall beside her with one hand, easily trapping her in his arms.

The familiar yet unfamiliar breath approached again, and those memories blurred by time flooded into her mind again. Her hands hanging on both sides of her body were tightly closed, but she still couldn't control her trembling body.

Knowing the dangers of coming here alone, maybe facing his humiliation again, maybe worse, but knowing that her daughter is doing badly far away on the other side of the Pacific, she still has nothing to do. I came without thinking about anything.

Priest Su stared at the little woman in his arms who could only reach his shoulders, and saw that her lowered eyelashes were trembling with fear, and her thin lips unconsciously drew a sneering arc.

He lowered his head and sprayed his cold breath on her cheeks: "Without me, can you give birth to a child by yourself? Bei Yueya, don't you need me? Heh! Are you all like this in the Bei family? Turn your face and deny anyone when you get out of bed?"

The tense nerves were broken in the man's contemptuous and contemptuous tone.

Crescent Moon didn't even raise her head, her right hand had already been thrown out fiercely.

Snapped--

The man's face was turned sideways from the beating, and a few crimson fingerprints soon appeared on his fair skin.

Yueya tightly tightened her numb right hand, stared at him, and paused every word: "Priest Su, at least put away your shameless words in front of my daughter! If she wasn't here, do you think I would still be here in this life?" Take another look at your face that is not as good as a beast?!"

The man slowly raised his hand and touched his left cheek.

The fiery touch clearly conveyed to him that what happened just now was true.

He, Priest Su, was beaten by people from the Bei family.

Not only was he hit, but he was also hit in the face.

it is good! !

very good! ! !

The powerful big hands locked her delicate neck in the blink of an eye, and his handsome face was approaching. It was obviously impeccably handsome, but there was a brutal and bloody aura everywhere.

"Inferior to beasts? Bei Yueya, I'll show you today what it means to be truly inferior to beasts!"

After saying that, he easily dragged her to the outside.

Yueya suddenly remembered what he said just now to find a few more men to satisfy her, and struggled desperately: "Let go of me!! Priest Su, you scum!! Let go of me!!"

A cry of grievance broke the two people in the dispute.

Priest Su finally let her go, Yueya gave him an annoyed look, and then hurried over to hug her daughter to coax her.

After coaxing for a while, the little guy stopped crying so much, but he woke up completely.

Priest Su watched her making milk powder, her movements were skillful and methodical, as if she had done it countless times.

Mocking and sneering: "What? Did you have a baby with another man in the lonely city? You are so familiar with the process of making milk powder."

Crescent Moon's movements of testing the temperature of the milk powder froze suddenly, wishing to put the whole bucket of milk powder next to him on his head.

Every time this man said a word, he was challenging her limit of patience every minute!
If he hadn't forcefully kept her daughter behind, she wouldn't have had no milk, and she wouldn't have made milk powder at home every day, but couldn't find the baby to feed her, and looked out of the window with the bottle like a lunatic for hours. A few hours of daze.

Gritting his teeth and enduring it, he ignored him.

The little guy was sitting in the crib holding the bottle and gurgling, while she sat on the side and stared intently, raising her hand to touch her bulging cheeks and small head from time to time, automatically ignoring the existence of the man.

Priest Su sat down casually by the bed, put his hands behind his back, folded his long legs elegantly, and squinted at her: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Crescent Moon said nothing.

One second he wanted to drag her to be spoiled by a group of men, and the next second he asked her hypocritically if she had dinner?
hypocrisy!hypocrite!

A man who has been in a high position for a long time, most of the time, he doesn't need to speak. The people around him have already guessed his mind and done everything that needs to be done. There is no time when he is regarded as air like now.

Priest Su waited for a while before she could speak, his voice suddenly sank: "I'm asking you, are you deaf or dumb?"

Crescent Moon closed her eyes, endured it, and then impatiently threw out two words: "Eat."

The man taunted him almost immediately: "You only came here in the afternoon, and then you went upstairs, where did you eat dinner? You Bei family all use northwest wind for dinner?"

Now that she knew she didn't have dinner, why bother to ask? !
Crescent Moon glanced at him coldly: "I'm not hungry, can't I?!"

After finally seeing the daughter she misses day and night, she is too late to be happy now, so she has no time to eat.

The man probably thought it was meaningless to 'chat' with her, so he ignored her and got up and went out.

The little guy quickly drank a bottle of milk powder, and Crescent Moon played with her for a while, seeing her yawning sleepily again, hugged her up, and after a while, she lay on her shoulder and fell asleep.

Crescent Moon didn't put her back in the crib, but still hugged her tightly, standing in front of the French window, staring at the heavily guarded castle in front of her.

She couldn't leave her daughter here any longer.

(End of this chapter)