Beloved of Bossy President

A slap, a slap, not only the northern night was beaten, other people were completely shocked.

The president of Beiming was beaten. This time, he was beaten in the face instead of in the head and neck!

This is absolutely unprecedented, explosive news!

Even Dongli was in a daze and didn't know what to do next.

Someone hit his husband in the face. If it was someone else, he would have to go crazy and tear his whole body under his own hands?

However, it was their young wife who beat Mr. Chen. He was the one who even Mr. Chen had to protect his life. How dare he tear it? Not to mention tearing, he didn't dare to touch her hair.

But, sir, you've been beaten in the face!

All of a sudden, Dongli was in a dilemma. He was a little confused about his position. Now, is he a gentleman's person or a young man the object of his obedience?

No, no, we shouldn't say that. Should he protect Mr. or Mrs. young?

People are really hoodwinked. They are trapped in this problem and can't get around completely.

No one else is clearer than him. This woman slapped the president of Beiming University. Who was she slapping? She was the object that everyone in Dongling was afraid of, the chairman of imperial group.

Not to mention other people, even the two brothers of the dragon family were stunned on the spot, a little suspicious of what they saw.

Long chuyang is exaggerating to stare at Mingke, from the beginning of the unbelievable, to later eyes slowly rose a few appreciate the light.

This woman is brave enough and hot tempered enough to slap even Beiming night.

As for long Chuhan, he subconsciously approached them two steps forward. Although he did not break the deadlock between them in the past, he stood there and was always on guard.

He was afraid that the northern night would suddenly get angry with the little woman in his arms. Although he knew the feelings of the northern night for Mingke, it didn't mean that he could tolerate this situation.

If it's himself, his woman dares to slap him in front of everyone in public, and he can't guarantee whether he can suppress his anger.

However, Beiming night is just staring at Mingke. From the shock at the beginning, later people gradually calmed down. There was no anger in their eyes. Instead, they felt more guilty and wanted to speak. But the woman in their arms pushed him one step earlier.

Beiming night didn't try to hold her. When she pushed her so hard, her arms loosened unconsciously.

But a burst of pain raised her ankle, and her face turned white with the weight of her own leg.

Beiming night still reached out and took her back. Seeing that she wanted to struggle, he said calmly: "I don't want to move you, you Where did you get hurt? "

"It's none of your business." She was still pushing him hard.

Long Chuhan had already stridden forward behind him and stretched out his hand to her.

Name just hesitated, then stretched out his hand, want to let him help.

Beiming night was excited again in an instant. He clasped her wrist and pulled her over. His voice was cold: "you can't believe me, but you can't believe this man. He knows him..."

"I don't know. I don't know anything. I just know you're a real jerk, a real jerk." She glared at him hard, her eyes were still shining with tears, but her eyes were as cold as frost: "is it fun? It's fun, isn't it? You go on, you see if I will take care of you again, you want to die and get hurt are all your own business, don't think I will be threatened by your childish behavior! I tell you, I don't want to see you again from now on, I don't want to see you again! I feel disgusted and nauseous when I see you. I feel like vomiting when I see you now. Do you hear that? "

He was calm, staring at her for a moment, staring at the two thin lips that were constantly opening and closing, listening to the words that pricked his heart more and more painful. For a long time, he just looked at her like this without a hum.

Only when she tried to push him and escape from his arms and return to long Chuhan, did he tighten his five fingers and her wrist. His voice was a little hoarse and said: "you said to go back with me, what you just said Should we keep our word

"Well, I'll go back with you." Name can be shallow smile, even she had to admire themselves, this time can actually laugh out.

Looking back at long Chuhan, she gathered those cold smiles and softened her eyes. She said, "I'll go back to the imperial court with him tonight and come back tomorrow. You'll pick me up in the imperial court tomorrow morning. I have to have a class."

I didn't ask him whether he was good or not, and I didn't use the word "please". It's so natural to let him pick her up. It's as if I'm calling on the person I trust most and closest to. Because I'm too close, there's no need to say a word of thanks.

Long Chuhan didn't know what he was feeling now, but he nodded and said in a soft voice: "you've turned your foot. If you really want to go back with him, I won't stop you, but don't let your injury get worse tonight, or I'll beat you up when I take you back tomorrow.""I know..."

"Shut up Beimingye finally can't stand it. He is her man. He tolerates, he gives in, and even he makes himself humble. All this is just to let his woman willingly return to his arms.

But now she is forced to go back with herself, in order to keep her promise, but she let long Chuhan pick her up, but it is totally a kind of dependence.

But why should she rely on long Chuhan? Why should she rely on other men?

She should rely on him, only he is qualified to let her completely rely on!

"When are you going to make trouble with me? I said, I will give you whatever you want, even if you slap me in front of so many people, I can not be angry, but what else do you need me to do? " His eyes began to become cold, and he had to endure to the edge of the outbreak.

He has never been a good tempered and patient person. For her, he has been constantly changing himself. Why is she still unwilling to be satisfied?

What else does she want?

"I don't need you to do anything, and I don't have that qualification." Mingke looked back at him, ignoring the stabbing pain from her ankle, she said with a sneer: "don't you try your best to let me go back with you and lie on that bed and do whatever you want? What am I to you? When did you ask me to go back, not for me? "

It seems that she is not afraid to be heard. Does she not care at all, or is she dead at heart?