Beloved of Bossy President

The appearance of Beiming night is so frightening.

I don't know what he was thinking. He was eating noodles, but at the end, his action slowed down. Finally, he stopped.

Looking down at the bowl of noodles, I don't know what I'm thinking.

She seemed to have never seen such a low side of him. It should be said that he was quiet.

It's so quiet, so quiet that she seems to have completely separated from the world, so quiet that she wants to ask him what's going on, but she doesn't dare to disturb his peace.

It's just a bowl of noodles. What is he thinking?

After a long time, when Mingke finally wanted to open his mouth, the president of Beiming university finally got something moving again. He continued to eat noodles with chopsticks, but the bowl of noodles was cold, and even the noodles were soaked.

"Stop eating. I'll make you another bowl." I can't see her name any more. I don't know what's wrong with this guy. All of a sudden, her heart is inexplicable and sour.

"Finish this first, later, later." Beiming night didn't say any more. He picked up the bowl and drank the last mouthful of soup. Then he put the empty bowl on the tea table and looked at her quietly.

Mingke doesn't know what to say. Such a quiet president of Beiming University, she really has a good chance to see. Even if he is quiet, the momentum that can't be ignored will always let you know that he is there.

But today, when he was quiet, all the cold breath on his body disappeared. He was an extremely simple and ordinary person, except for his appearance and figure, which was so excellent that people could not ignore.

Mingke washed the bowl clean and looked at the soup again. She saw that it would take at least an hour to cook. Then she turned around and wanted to go to the middle of the room.

Unexpectedly, just left the corner of the small kitchen, people will be a pull in the past, in the twinkling of an eye, he had been pulled to the bed, direct pressure on the body.

Her face sank, and her heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

I thought he had changed, but I didn't expect that he was still the same as before, the same domineering, the same barbaric, as long as it was what he wanted to do, he didn't need to care whether others were willing or not, as long as he wanted to.

She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. She didn't want to fight, and she didn't have the strength to fight.

The man's hot breath fell on her face, neck, and even her chest. Mingke was psychologically prepared. He would not let go of himself tonight. He would ask for her directly here.

But what she didn't expect was that Beiming night just turned over after kissing her hard, let her press on her body, put her long arm on her back waist, closed her eyes, and lay quietly and didn't speak.

She didn't know what he wanted to do. Her body was already impulsive. She could feel the change clearly. However, he didn't really move too much. He just held her like this.

Mingke turned over slightly on his chest. When he looked up, he saw the man who had closed his eyes and was resting. Now he was staring at himself with his eyes open.

She slightly Leng next, finally still can't help but ask: "what's going on tonight?"? Is it something that can't be solved? "

Beiming night nodded, which made Mingke more uneasy. It was the first time since they met that he admitted to himself that there was something he could not do in the world.

"I don't want to go back to the imperial court." The northern night suddenly said, with a faint voice and a little hoarse: "but I There's no place to go. "

Mingke didn't know what to say. He wanted to say that he was playing with himself. However, his expression was so devout that he couldn't say a word of complaint to him.

One more look, that pair of black eyes flashing a bit clear light, suddenly, she seems to understand his words.

It's not that he has no place to go, but that he doesn't want to go to any of those places.

At such a time, should she kindly say that there is no place to go, so stay here? But she I don't want to say that.

I don't know how long after that, she had already looked away from her, but the night of the northern night was from the beginning to the end, and her eyes didn't leave her for more than half a minute.

Mingke had no choice but to let out a breath and then said faintly: "I cooked the soup. I planned to call him later and let him..."

"I'll send it to you." The night of the northern underworld immediately says that long Chuhan's apartment, he still knows where it is. It's just a gift. It's not difficult. What's difficult is After the delivery, can she take him in?

Mingke really has the feeling of riding a tiger. How can the man's eyes kill people like this? It's full of lethality that makes people accidentally die in the whirlpool of his eyes.

Look at her like this again, she's really going to give up.

"He doesn't know if he dares to drink it." I don't know how long it took before she whispered, "if..."

She didn't go on, but Beiming night was still looking at her. Her eyes were full of expectation and I feel uneasy.It seems to be waiting for her words, or Waiting for her verdict.

Why pretend to be so fragile? If she refuses, will this guy give up? I think it's impossible.

But now this pitiful look is true.

Anyway, he He's not an actor. He doesn't know how to act. He would rather not say what he doesn't like to say. His eyes are the same.

Mingke put his hands on his chest and sat up gently.

Beiming night's big palm still fell on her waist. Although she didn't exert herself, she knew that if she wanted to go down from him now, he would hold it tightly and wouldn't allow it.

In fact, she is still so overbearing, just giving herself a seemingly free choice, but it's really hard for him to get such a little freedom from him.

"I always have to deliver it myself, but male guests are not allowed in this dormitory No climbing. It's not a good habit. It's not allowed in the future. " Seeing a little disappointment and grievance in his eyes, her heart softened again, "I Go to your company. "

"When will the soup be ready?" Beiming night suddenly sat up, up so fast, scared name can hardly help screaming.

She finally regained her seat in his arms. She gave him a white look and then muttered, "maybe Ten to twenty minutes to go. "

"What else do you have to clean up? Is there a class tomorrow? We'll take back the books and make them up in the dormitory tomorrow morning, so we can save a little time. "

After thinking about it, he said, "it's better to take all the books back. If you want to have any lessons in the future, just take the books to school."