Beloved of Bossy President

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know if the man behind me fell asleep, but Mingke couldn't help adding: "captain of the company, remember to take me."

Beiming Liancheng side head looked at her, those pictures, she really dare to see?

"Not afraid?" He asked.

The voice was still so clear. After lying for so long, I didn't feel sleepy at all. Mingke couldn't help looking back at him and blinked: "you haven't slept for several days, have you? Would you like to ask a doctor for some sleeping pills? "

Beiming Liancheng ignored it and asked again, "are you not afraid?"

Mingke looked at him and couldn't help tightening his thin lips. He was really stubborn and had to ask an answer.

Are you afraid? In fact, she was really a little afraid, but who called her the woman of the northern night?

More and more clearly aware that she and Beiming night are really two world people, since can't let Beiming night condescend to her world, it can only make efforts to push themselves up to catch up with him.

She is afraid of any bloody picture, but she knows that fear is the most meaningless thing.

She turned around again, facing the window, looking at the white wall not far away. After a while, she said, "Captain, what can I do to make me stronger?"

"Train with me every day." The voice behind him is still so clear. Why is he not sleepy at all?

Mingke yawned and asked, "can you only become as tough as Ajiao and Beiming Daidai to be with him?"

"Even a military officer of the imperial court, I really want to be a good wife around him..." Looking at her neck outside the cup, the slender and soft shape made him feel hot. The dream of that night lingered in his mind again and again.

They were so close that he could reach her as soon as he reached out, but he was not defensive at all.

If he really reaches out his hand at this time, will her trust in him disappear from now on?

Therefore, he can only grasp his big palm, dare not move, dare not approach her for half a minute.

In the cold winter, even if the heating was on in the ward, the temperature was not high, and the quilt was covered on her. He basically didn't cover anything, but in such an environment, he even had a thin layer of sweat.

The original condition has not eased down, and the doctor's treatment is not enough. If it goes on like this, it's easy to get sick again.

Want to close your eyes, but always reluctant to miss the beauty in front of you, that messy but still supple hair, that slender white neck, even if wrapped in quilt, but still can see the line of the body, soft shoulders, slender waist, slightly cocked buttocks.

If you press it from behind in such a posture, will it be another taste?

He suddenly turned over, forced himself to turn his back to her, and his breathing was disordered.

The doctor didn't prescribe medicine for him. He just told him some truth. He felt that the treatment was too small and far from enough.

He really wanted to rush over several times. Why didn't he have such an impulse when he was facing Yue Qingya? He was almost frightened by the desire so strong that he could hardly control it.

What else is missing from Yue Qingya? Why can't he hold him in his arms impulsively like Mingke, press him under his body with his strength and love him hard? Should he go to the doctor to take some medicine?

In order not to let himself think wildly, he suddenly said: "in fact, the base of the boss has a very important significance. It's not convenient for me to tell you now. However, if you really want to help him, you can learn from me to be a hacker. You can always use it in the future."

"Who do you want to deal with?" Mingke yawned again, and his eyelids began to weigh down, but he could barely hear his words: "do you want to deal with flying Eagles? Is the man behind the scenes who has a grudge against the flying eagle? And Zhan jiuxiao. What's the plan of Yehe Zhan jiuxiao? What are they going to do? Does it really mean so much to them to uproot flying Eagles? Is it worth it? "

Beiming Liancheng did not answer her questions one by one, only said: "is it worth it? Maybe the boss will give you the answer in the future, then you..."

"I'll study. When the night is over, you can teach me whenever you have time. I'm definitely an excellent student."

Beiming Liancheng doesn't speak any more. He closes his eyes and immediately opens them again. As soon as he closes his eyes, what appears in front of him is the picture of two people entangled together unreservedly. But when he opens his eyes, he will remember that she is behind him. As soon as he turns around, he can also press over and entangle with her.

He was sweating all over again. He knew that the boss was still in danger. All this was for his women. He was still thinking about his women. When did he become so shameless and so damned?

She can't wait. Now she wants to go to the doctor and prescribe some medicine for him, so that he can stop thinking and calm down.

I knew I would not lie down behind her. He just didn't have a rest for several days. He was really tired, but I didn't expect that lying with her was even more tired than sitting there.The tension and impulse tormented him, but Mingke had slowly gone to sleep, and his breathing voice became more and more even and softer.

I don't know how long later, he can't help but turn back and look at her back. She really has no defense against him. She said that she is just a child under her eyes and they are a family.

She trusted him so much, how could he still think about those dirty things? If If you really want a woman, he can ask anyone, but it must not be her.

He breathed softly, not counting the bright light on her, and projected a graceful shadow on the wall not far away. He still couldn't help holding out his big palm, and didn't dare to touch her, but just caught the shadow, just like the palm fell on her waist and held her in his arms.

It's tonight, let him indulge in another night, face her shadow, let him put into his arms in imagination.

When the boss's condition is more stable, he goes to the doctor and asks him to prescribe some medicine for himself. It can always be cured. It's not an incurable disease, is it?

Early in the morning, before the doctor came, the door of the ward had been knocked. Xiao Xiang's anxious voice came from the door: "coco, are you in this ward? I'm Xiangxiang. I've come to see you. "

After a few more calls, he seemed to hear the people inside wake up. Xiao Xiang waited patiently outside the door.

Not far away, Mu Zichuan quietly leans on the corridor, staring at her back, deep eyes, always let people see what is hidden in the deepest.