Beloved of Bossy President

The more I think about it, the more stuffy I feel. Mingke suddenly stops and sweeps back at the man behind him.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't complain, but I was shocked to be speechless at the first sight of the man behind me.

At this time, the man has taken off his thin coat. Under the dark coat is a snow-white casual shirt.

It seems that she has never seen him in white. He has always been fond of dark color, especially dark black. She really can't imagine the night in white.

But now, his casual shirt is so dazzling white. Under the golden sun, the bangs with a little dew are lying in front of his forehead, and his face is more delicate than usual.

Facial features are always so good-looking, just like the exquisitely carved works, with clear lines and deep eyebrows. The best thing to see is the two thin lips that seem to convey something to you even if you don't speak, and the rose lips that are more beautiful than women.

Beiming night in white gives people a gentle and elegant atmosphere, and even a clean and pure feeling. It seems that she is clean and flawless without any dust, which is to overthrow all her cognition of Beiming night in the past!

Isn't this man supposed to belong to the dark department? He just changed his clothes. Standing in the sunshine and in the wind, his breath was so clean that he could not help feeling pity. He could not bear to see that he was covered with dust.

Now, with his hands in his trouser pockets and his thin coat collapsing on his left arm at will, his languid and wanton movements add a sense of wildness to him The perfect combination of wildness and innocence, contradictory but attractive.

Mingke didn't know what happened to her. She couldn't move her eyes when she saw him.

The man in front of her, she has seen at least half a year, why every time can easily give her a feeling of infatuation?

Her heart was beating like a deer bumping. It was beating faster and faster. At last, she felt a pain in her heart. She subconsciously held her heart and took a deep breath. She finally got out of the shock of the night.

The man has come to her side, see her small face red, hand fell on the chest, a look of heartache, his thick eyebrow slightly twisted, suddenly stretched out a big palm, to her chest, press in her chest, gently rubbed: "what's the matter? Is there something wrong? If you don't feel well, don't go out today. I'll rest with you. "

Mingke takes a deep breath and raises his head to meet his eyes. Those eyes are still so deep that people can't see clearly, but they are so bright and moving. They are more beautiful, charming and precious than any gem in the world.

Such a perfect man, now standing in front of himself, says that he is his wife, and even kneads her intimately

Looking down, for a moment, the girl screamed with shame and took two steps back.

When I looked back at him, my face was so red that I could almost bleed. Just now What was he doing just now?

Knowing that she had misunderstood, Beiming night spread out her hand and looked innocent: "I'm just afraid that you're not comfortable. I'll rub it for you. I don't mean anything else."

Even if it means something else, he won't do it here, in public, in front of others.

This kind of thing should be closed. When there are only two people, he will take off her clothes and serve her slowly. How can his woman be put out and looked at by others?

Mingke still feels shy. Although his eyes look innocent, the big palm just now She bit her lip, looked at him again and muttered, "if you want to go, hurry up. I'm in a hurry."

With that, he turned around and went to the back door of the school, ignoring him.

Walking slowly, I don't know if I saw so many girls staring at him all the way, constantly winking at him. I enjoyed myself too much, so I slowed down and accepted the adoration of girls.

I knew that she would not let him come here. Now people are looking at him more and more fanatically, and more and more presumptuous. One by one, it's obvious that they want to strip off his clothes and swallow them down. It's shameless.

Beiming night is still walking behind her, I don't know what the girl is sulking at all of a sudden, but when she continues to move forward, he still can't help reaching out and embracing her back.

"For what?" Mingke subconsciously wants to push him away, but when her hand falls on his chest, she suddenly takes it back.

He didn't forget that he had a wound on his chest. He didn't care. She couldn't be like him.

"My car is not at the back door." Beiming night is just a soft look at her, still holding her, changed direction, to the school parking garage.

Mingke wanted to push him away, but when she saw the broken heart of the girls around her, she didn't want to push the man away.

At least in front of these girls, she didn't want to push him away.

We should let them know that this man has a master, not what they can think of. What can they do to stare at him like a fool? It's not my own man. What are you looking at?But when she got to the garage and got on the bus, she suddenly woke up and immediately began to regret her bullying and stinginess.

Didn't you say that it doesn't matter from now on? Since it doesn't matter, it's a good thing for someone to like him. She can't expect Beiming night to keep her for a lifetime. What's more, she doesn't want to see him lonely all his life.

However, the thought that he would hold other girls in his arms, and that another woman would take his place, walk beside him, and accept the envious or envious eyes of others, made me very sad.

Said not to care, in the end so careful, this is a woman? Can you stop it? I'm so hypocritical!

Can't you just leave him alone and do nothing?

Why do you care about the girl's eyes? What was she thinking?

I didn't say anything more along the way. I was angry with myself.

Beiming night is not a talkative person. His request is very simple. It's good for her to be around. When she doesn't want to speak, he can accompany her to silence.

Today, he didn't bring Yitang with him. He really became a driver for Mingke. But when the car stopped in the underground parking garage of Dongyu media, Mingke couldn't help looking at him and said, "I'm going to have a meeting. I can't leave for a while. You go back first. I won't leave Dongyu today."