Beloved of Bossy President

Xiao Xiang doesn't want to blame Mu Zichuan. Maybe that's the rule, but she still can't accept it.

I don't know how to answer him, she said: "you didn't sleep well last night?"

Those beautiful glasses are covered with blood. They look really tired. He Are you in trouble? Has the battle with Beiming night begun?

But mu Zichuan smiles gracefully and looks at her askance: "can you sleep well if you don't warm me in bed?"

Xiao Xiang has all taken the initiative to skip such provocative words today. The more he wants to say so, the more he explains what he is hiding.

After struggling for a long time, she finally summoned up the courage and asked, "why do you have the defense map of the northern night island?"

Muzichuan's heart was shocked, and the shock of his eyes was fleeting, and his tight fingertips relaxed slowly.

Although her words made some waves in my heart, I can't see too many emotional ups and downs from his elegant face, but the smile on his lips is gone.

"When did you see my computer?" The memory in the head quickly searched once, finally, he just smile: "I go to the island to save Son Jin that night?"

Long finger fretting, he took out a cigarette from the exquisite wooden box in the drawer, took the lighter, lit it with a slap, and took a slow puff to his lips.

"Yes." Seeing the way he smokes now and looking at his bloodshot eyes, Xiao Xiang feels that his heart seems to be pricked by something for a moment, which is a little painful.

Now it's meaningless to investigate when she saw it. She stares into his eyes and asks in a deep voice, "what do you want to do? Do you have a grudge against him, or for business interests? That night you are nervous, go to the island to save Zijin, Beiming night and coco are there, all that Is it sincere or Appearance? "

Speaking of the end, even her heart is covered with a little shadow, she really does not want to think of him as such a hypocritical and insidious person.

Muzichuan's fingertips with cigarettes tightened, and his eyes flashed a little dim. In an instant, he opened a little smile and said, "girl, what's the matter with you today? What's the layout? What kind of revenge? Too much for Xiaoyan? What can I have against Beiming night? Don't I want to cooperate with him? "

He and the northern night are cooperative relations, this is also open, is not a secret.

Xiao Xiang just pursed her lips and looked at him silently.

In fact, he knew that it was not his turn to quibble, but he chose to laugh at her questions.

However, when I think of the relationship between myself and him, I suddenly feel that I am too ridiculous.

Who is she? How could he tell himself such an important thing?

All of a sudden, there is a sense of frustration.

Yes, why should he tell himself his secret? He is just a toy of his. If he is tired of playing, he will throw it away. Is it necessary for him to explain his own affairs to a toy? How silly of her not to realize that?

However, even if he was like this, she would still be worried. She would panic at the thought of the bloodthirsty and murderous spirit in the eyes of the northern night last night, and panic for him

She didn't know what to do.

"Have you had lunch yet?" After a long silence, Mu Zichuan took his last puff, put out the cigarette in his hand, stood up, took his coat, and came to her: "I haven't eaten yet. I'll have a meal with me."

Don't want to hear her refuse words, he said: "last night's dinner and today's breakfast did not eat, now stomach cramps."

Xiao Xiang immediately turned around and went out with him. No matter what he was thinking, at least he didn't want to see him suffer any more.

This man She's too good to hold her.

The car walked on the road for about ten minutes. After turning left, it entered another road and then went on.

"Where are you taking me?" Mingke raised his eyes and looked at the man around him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Guess." The man lips Cape slightly hooked next, light way.

"I can't guess." This man, even if he has the ability to be the worm in his stomach, must not be able to guess his idea. "Not a little bit?"

She couldn't imagine a surprise. She was afraid it was a shock.

Men do not speak, name can be turned away, ignore him.

In front of the lost soup is also a don't hum, continue to drive his car.

About ten minutes later, the car slowed down slowly. Mingke raised his eyebrow and looked at it. He was still puzzled.

"I'm not sick..." Xinghua Hospital The man around him looks more normal than normal. It's impossible to be sick. What do you do in the hospital?

"I'm not really sick." She repeated again.

"Stupid." Beiming night looks at her.

The woman frowned and, after a moment, bit her thin lip.

Yes, she is really stupid. People have said that they want to take her to see someone. Who said that they want to see a doctor.

But who is he going to take himself to? Why are you here? Is someone sick?"Get out of the car." The car stopped in the garage and Beiming night gave her a look.

"Oh." Name can softly return a way, take ten thousand two cent of doubt, after getting off the car follow his footsteps.

Who do you want to see? Do you want to be so mysterious?

On the first floor, Beiming night embraces the petite girl and goes straight to the small garden behind the hospital.

Near noon, there are many patients in the small garden. They walk through a path and look up. In the distance, Mingke sees two familiar figures that make her heart ache.

She suspected that she had read it wrong. How could it be Dad, grandma, why are they here?

She rubbed her eyes and jerked her head. When she opened her eyes again, the two figures in front of her still showed clearly in front of her.

They Dad pushed grandma, seems to have noticed something, happened to look back to see her existence.

Two figures, one sitting in a wheelchair, the other standing behind her slowly pushing the wheelchair, he Wake up, not only wake up, but also stand in front of her alive

This is Really?

A pair of small hands fell on her lips. She didn't know whether she wanted to scream or cry. In the end, she just squeezed her face.

Until the sting came, Mingke suddenly recovered.

Pain She's not dreaming.

Beiming night Star eyes micro convergence, eyes light fell on her own pinched out of a red face, fundus flashing do not know is blame or pity.

"When did you see that your father and grandmother didn't go there to say hello, when did you become so ignorant?" Indifferent but full of inclusive magnetic male voice sounded.

"This is..." A name can be opened in a stuffy way.

"Really, mingjinghua wakes up." The man told her that his words were plain, but firm enough to be beyond doubt.

Suddenly a sour nose, eyes astringent, like some hot liquid surging inside, this moment no longer care about other, she quickly ran to them.