Beloved of Bossy President

"Come back to the imperial court with me tonight." The voice of the northern night is still ringing in her ears, and the hot breath falls on Mingke's face and neck, which makes her subconsciously shrink to avoid him.

She didn't have much backbone. She just wanted him to let go of herself. But when she caught a glimpse of his shallow and evil smile, she suddenly woke up.

Someone, standing behind them.

Mu Son Jin, he doesn't know when to return here, stand behind them, the facial expression is tiny dark heavy, the eyes also have a bit complicated.

He didn't miss a word of what she said to beimingye just now, did he? The breath of Beiming night was too strong in the past. When he was close to himself, Mingke couldn't spare energy to pay attention to the situation around him.

So, even if someone came near, I didn't know.

Beiming night He is intentional, intentionally let Mu Zi Jin hear what they say of those AI ignorant unclear words.

She sank her eyes, covered the embarrassment of her eyes, and then raised her eyes. Her eyes were clear again.

She is the woman of North dark night, Mu Son Jin already knew for a long time, at this time still have what good feel uneasy? She never denied it, did she?

"Can you take your hand off my girlfriend's waist?" Mu Son Jin's vision falls on the North dark night ring on the long arm of the name can waist, facial expression, sink a few minutes again.

Girlfriend!

This is the first time, Mu Zijin says such words in front of others even in her.

Name can't speak, still sit quiet, the North dark night looks up at the Mu Son Jin behind, quiet saw one eye, then the corner of the lip raises, the vision returns to name can slightly pale small face, smile wantonly: "he says, you are her girlfriend."

Her slender body was slightly shocked, and she had obviously felt the strength of his long arm around him. Only his evil voice rang out: "the woman who was lying beside me two days ago actually became someone else's girlfriend two days later?"

He stretched out his hand and shook his big palm in front of her: "have you forgotten where my hands touched you? Shall I remind you one by one? "

"Night, don't go too far." Mu Son Jin stretched out a hand, a button up his wrist, want to take away his hand, but didn't make too big strength.

Beiming night didn't look at him, his eyes were still locked on Mingke's face, but the color of his eyes was slightly heavy: "since you don't want to fight me, don't touch my woman."

A very light very light words, only mu Son Jin knows weight to have weight.

"If you really think of her as your woman." He took his hand away, and rescued Mingke from his arm by the way. Looking at her small face, which was obviously frightened, but still pretended to be calm, his voice was soft: "are you ok?"

"Nothing." Mingke shakes his head and gently pulls his big hand away.

She didn't know what she was thinking, but she didn't dare to be too close to other men.

She really can't provoke this man. If she can, she doesn't want to annoy him. Although what he said just now is really embarrassing, she just asks him to leave quickly and don't see him again. As for other things, she doesn't think about anything at all.

Beiming night finally stood up, the smile of lips has disappeared, deep and quiet eyes swept two people, finally locked in the name can face, that eye, actually a bit cold: "tonight I come to you, with me back to the imperial court."

"She won't go back with you." Mu Son Jin looks at him, the voice is low.

Beiming night is not even willing to look at him, turned and walked to the crowd.

The dispute on this side has just fallen into the eyes of many people. Although there are no reporters on the scene, this kind of thing will naturally spread in this circle soon. The young master of imperial group and the second young master of Mu family almost fight in order to fight for a woman. It's unreasonable not to pass it on so vigorously.

It's not until the back of the northern night melts into the busy crowd that Mu Zijin looks at his back that she takes back her sight. Looking down, the woman around her is staring at the back of the northern night in a daze.

Naturally, the look in her eyes was not as crazy as other women, but full of fear.

"Don't be afraid. Stay with me tonight. I won't let him bully you." He shook her hand, only to find that her little hand can be cold, almost no temperature.

Mingke was shocked by the warmth of his palm. She looked down and saw that he was holding her hand. Subconsciously, she pulled it back and sat quietly back on the chair.

He said that he went to her tonight and asked her to go back to the imperial court with him. She could almost imagine what kind of storm would be waiting for her tonight, which angered him. His punishment was absolutely terrible that she could not imagine

"Go." Mu Son Jin suddenly clenches her hand, Leng is to pull her up from the position, pull the direction of the back door.

Mingke couldn't react at all. He didn't know where he was going and what he meant by that.

She would not be so naive. She thought that as long as she walked out of the gate with him, she could get rid of the control of the northern night. As long as the man was not willing to let go, she would never escape.For two hundred nights, she could only pray that he would keep his word. What if he repented? In case, he doesn't intend to let her go at all

She didn't want to be too sentimental, but these days, when she faced the northern night, she really didn't know what she could do in the future.

Mu Zijin didn't take her too far. Of course, she didn't want to take her away. She just took her to the courtyard behind the villa, far away from the noisy banquet.

"For what?" Seeing that he led her to run in the yard, Mingke's uneasiness was gradually replaced by surprise. Looking at his slender back, his breathing was also gradually hasty because of running.

"If you are cold, take you out to exercise, maybe you will get warm." Mu Son Jin still pulls her, accelerated pace.

Mingke wants to say something else, but his pace is speeding up. In order to catch up with him, she can only speed up. But his legs are too long. One step can hold her two steps. If she wants to keep up, she has to double his speed.

After running for less than two minutes, she was so tired that she couldn't breathe.

But, just like running, feeling the gentle breeze blowing on my face, the gloom in my heart seems to be slowly blown away, and the depression just now is gradually disappearing.

It seems that the road is very long, and Nangong's backyard is also very big. Running on the road, she suddenly has an illusion that it is an endless road. If she can get rid of the control of Beiming night from now on, she will continue to run even if she knows there is no end.

If, really