Beloved of Bossy President

"It's all eggshells. Don't eat them. They hurt your stomach. Spit them out." Mingke took the garbage can, first turned the bowl of instant noodles into the bucket, then held Beiming night's head, and coaxed him to spit out the things in his mouth.

She pulled a paper towel to clean up the residue of his lips, and then quickly cleaned up everything on the table.

When she came out of the kitchen, she went to Beiming night and looked down at him. She couldn't tell what she was feeling now. She just took a long breath and muttered, "I'm so tired."

Before he had finished speaking, he had been picked up by Beiming night, who stood up suddenly, and turned to the room not far away.

As for the one who was left behind, his face was already black.

The apartment here is cleaned every day, which is cleaner than the room in the hotel. The apartment has two bedrooms and one living room. It's nothing for three people to live in. However, Beiming Liancheng finally went out and went downstairs with his notebook.

In the middle of the night, the husband and wife, who are lonely and have few girls, are just right. They can guess what they want to do when they enter the room.

Even if he had heard that terrible voice once, he didn't want to do it again, just in case Again, he didn't know if he could stand it this time, and let the opportunity float slowly in front of him again and again.

It's just that I can't figure it out. When I leave, I feel sour. Why?

But, clearly can live in the house of three people, why must we drive him out?

A little, hate to live alone

……

…… It's true that the temperature in the room keeps rising, but this time, at the moment when the gun is about to go off, Beiming night buries her face in Mingke's delicate neck socket, hugs her and gasps.

The clothes had been thrown everywhere by him, but when he was out of control, he stopped abruptly. I don't know, I thought he The function is not complete in one aspect.

It's just that she didn't refuse tonight. What does he mean by that?

It's hard to guess

"I'm sorry." In the name can be extremely puzzled, the man's hoarse magnetic voice suddenly in the neck nest stuffy to ring up.

She was slightly stunned. She didn't know where his apology came from.

"Will Don't think I'm good enough? " The man suddenly asked again, the voice is still so dull.

Now she finally understood, originally, for the bowl of instant noodles.

Small things, do you want to exaggerate? Let the president of Beiming apologize for a bowl of noodles. In fact, it's really unnecessary.

She suddenly turned over and faced him. She didn't notice that after she turned over like this, some places were completely and clearly exposed in front of a man.

He wanted to talk with her, but could he not tempt him like this? She wants an hour, he does not know whether he can carry.

Sometimes, his self-control, which he thought was invincible, was in fact fragile and in a mess

Otherwise, the one hour chat time before "doing" will not be needed from today? Isn't it the same when we finish talking?

But Mingke didn't think so much. He had been buried in her neck. She didn't notice what he was looking at.

A little cool fingers out, fell on his head, gently rubbed his short hair, she breathed a breath, men like this change, it is difficult for her to be as cold as in the past.

She knew that she could not escape from him all her life. As long as he showed a little bit of vulnerability, the maternal softness in the bottom of her heart would overflow completely.

Is the president of Beiming playing with her on purpose? Who knows! She only knew that if he really wanted to have such a mind, he would lose all his life.

Maybe there are many things in the world, there is no win or lose at all.

"You never cook. Isn't it normal that you can't cook well the first time?" Long eyelashes droop, looking at his black hair, holding him like this, it's really like holding his own son. Rubbing his head feels like a mess. I hope that time will stop at this moment, and time will never move forward.

"Really Aren't you angry? " Beiming night was made dry by the beautiful scenery in front of her. Her throat was rolling fiercely. "Now I'm learning to take care of you. Is it too late?"

"If I say it's too late, do you give up?"

"No way."

“……” She knew it, so she didn't need to answer it at all.

The man in his arms was hot all over, holding her long arm constantly tightening, so obvious breath, she could not detect it was really too dull.

Still subconsciously want to avoid, but, when thinking of what, she suddenly bit her lip, trying to relax, take the initiative to lift up to cater to him.

"Don't be angry with Lian Cheng any more. He's just afraid of being lonely. He's like a child who doesn't grow up very well..." She hummed softly, and her little hand fell on his face and lifted up his presumptuous head.Northern night gasps, deep eyes flicker with anxiety and discontent.

It's not that Mingming doesn't know what he's thinking, but she still has to make it clear to him: "have you ever thought that maybe what he wants is not me, but You

“……” Two big men, doesn't that sound weird?

"What do you think?" Mingke raised his finger, knocked on his forehead and said with a smile, "I mean, he's been with you since he was a child. He listens to you and you've been protecting him Is it true that over the years, there has never been a more important person around you? I mean, except for your mom And me

He moved his lower lip, but he didn't know what to say, what was important and what was unimportant. He didn't have much concept in his heart, because he never thought about it.

"You must have less time with him now."

"Not so much before." I don't want to talk about other people's affairs. They are both lying in bed like this. Can't they do something more meaningful?

He What do you do to listen to her foolishly? Women are used to do, not to talk.

However, he was still a little worried. If he was too tough, would she give him a look later? If you go back again, how can you live in the future?

It's just two days to get together again, but he doesn't want to live the past month.

A person's day, eat delicacies are hard to swallow, but if she had, two fried eggs, a few bowls of instant noodles is already the most delicious food in the world.

I don't want to live a hard life any more. I have to try my best to calm down and listen to her broken thoughts when my body is already tense and about to explode.

Women How can you always say that?

"Are you listening?" Above her head, her voice of discontent came again, only to find that she had unconsciously freed herself from her small hands and looked down at the delicious food in front of her again.

"Listen." Hoarse voice showed his absent-minded, "you said he was eating your vinegar, complaining that you robbed me, didn't you?"

He's really listening. It's not difficult for him to use two or even three times, but