Beloved of Bossy President

It was not until Beiming night got on the car and slammed the door shut that Nangong lie suddenly woke up and strode over. Before Beiming night lost patience and planned to start the car and leave, he quickly opened the door and stepped up with long legs.

He has never seen Beiming night laugh like that. He doesn't like to laugh. If he laughs, it must be a false mask. It's hard to see him laugh for a while. It even seems that every time it has something to do with Mingke.

Only the girl can make him laugh.

But now, he laughs so bleakly.

Desolate He never thought that these two words could be used by the president of Beiming.

Why did things suddenly turn out like this?

After the car started, the man around him turned back to the cold CEO of Beiming. There was no more pain in his eyes, and there was no longer any sad color that made people feel uneasy.

Even, the cold light of bloodthirsty still accumulates in the fundus of his eyes.

The man in front of them is the real Beiming night. They have known people for so many years.

However, just now that smile has been deeply imprinted in Nangong lie's mind, a man's sad smile

All of a sudden, his heart seemed to be pulled up inexplicably.

It's so sad to see a strong man smile so bleakly Never see it, never know it.

……

Not long after Mingke and long Chuhan go back, Yu Feiyan is also found in a corner of the nearby street by the people of Beiming night.

It's just that this time she was not found by Yi Tang, but by a person who seemed to have met before. Although she seemed to have met before, she still resisted the people in the northern night.

…… In order not to hurt her, Dongli took a lot of effort to subdue her completely. The handcuffs were still put on her wrist. This time, Yu Feiyan was completely quiet.

Dongli sits beside her and looks at the scenery outside the window with no expression. Even if he doesn't look at himself, Yu Feiyan knows that he's on guard with all his heart. As long as he has any trouble, he will react at the first time.

They were completely on guard against her, not only with handcuffs on their hands, but also with chains on their feet. Freedom was completely away from her from this moment.

The driver drove the car back to the imperial garden. When he got off the bus, Yu Feiyan accidentally stepped on the door and quickly fell to the ground with an unstable center of gravity.

Walking in front of the east from but just standing in place, looking back silently at her, watching her fall, there is no past to help her.

He was very cold. There was a trace of displeasure and even disgust in his indifference, but there seemed to be a complex emotion in his disgust.

Yu Feiyan couldn't understand it, and she didn't have the heart to see it. She struggled to get up from the ground, and then looked up at the man standing in front of her. There was a sentence hidden in her heart for a long time. Finally, she couldn't help asking, "where's the lost soup?"

Every time she goes out or has something, there is a person who always comes to her faster than the night of the northern night, that is, Yi Tang.

Although she hated the man who robbed her of her innocence when she was helpless, he disappeared suddenly. It was like something was missing in her life. That kind of taste was really not so good.

Even if there is someone who can hate, it's better than being empty. You can't find anything in your heart.

Hearing her mention of the lost soup, Dongli's expression suddenly became colder, and his disgust became stronger: "he died, and he won't bother you again."

Leaving the words behind, he turned and walked down the hall.

Yu Feiyan, however, stood in the evening wind as if he had been cursed. He didn't move at all. Even his face was completely frozen there, and he couldn't open it.

He died How can it be? This man is just joking with her, isn't he? How can Yi Tang die? Why is he so good?

"You don't believe it?" Can't hear the movement behind him, Dongli suddenly stops and looks back at her. The corner of his lips starts up and overflows with a cold smile: "he died. He died at the foot of my husband. It's all for you, Feiyan."

Smoke He called Feiyan, clearly shouting so affectionately, but the tone of those two words was cold, even totally disgusted.

He really hated her, hated her and looked down upon her.

Yu Feiyan's eyes slowly came up and left. She opened her mouth for a long time, but she didn't know what to say, or she forgot what she wanted to say.

"Will you go or not?" Dongli was a little impatient and gave her a cold glance: "in the early morning, when do you want to toss? I don't have so much energy to accompany you. I'm not the fool who can't even die for you. He's stupid, so he deserves to die! "

"Where did he go?" Yu Feiyan's shock was suppressed. His voice was a little softer than before. He said that Yi Tang was dead, but she didn't believe that he would not die. How could he die for no reason.That man He is not more vulnerable than others. How can he die?

Dongli ignored her and walked towards the hall.

Yu Feiyan followed him all the time. Her feet were locked with iron chains. Every step could not be big. Just like the ancient lady, she took small steps, but she still struggled to keep up.

Thinking that she would be taken to that room and locked there, but not wanting to go to the path outside the hall, Dongli suddenly turned and walked back to the back yard.

Yu Feiyan's breathing was still a little confused. She wanted to ask about many things, but she could only pretend that she didn't care. She could only follow the man quietly and walk all the way to the front of the row of houses in a corner of the backyard.

East from the dynasty to guard in front of the two people gave a wink, one of them immediately opened the door of a room.

It's dark inside. When Yu Feiyan was pushed forward, he almost couldn't adapt to the dim scene. As soon as he turned back, the door was closed with a bang. Listening to the movement, it was obvious that it was locked from the outside.

She's really locked up. It's different from the past. This time It's real imprisonment.

Soon she got used to the darkness of the room, and looked at the room carefully with the help of a little bit of moonlight seeping through the window. There were a table, a chair, a one meter two wide wooden bed, and only the rudimentary quilts and sheets on the bed.

This time, it's true that she didn't mean any joke. She really lived a prisoner's life.

Sit down by the bed, sit quietly, although get this treatment, but at this time she was calm, the whole person is very quiet.

In the morning, I didn't wear shoes at all, so I was barefoot. I didn't know how many roads I had walked. Now even the skin on the sole of my feet was worn out.

She shakes the soil on her feet at will, then puts her feet on the bed and holds her legs. She is very tired, but she can't sleep at all.

Yi Tang, where is he?