Beloved of Bossy President

Name can force out a little smile, and gently push Mu Son Jin A, finally push him away half a minute.

Looking up to meet him, she said calmly: "no matter what will happen to me and him in the future, and no matter when the agreement between me and him will last, it's all about me and him. It has nothing to do with you any more. Zijin, I'm grateful for your kindness to me, but..."

She didn't have the heart to see the disappointment in his eyes: "if you still look up to me in the future, we are still friends. If you feel that people like me don't even have the qualification to be your friends, then Don't look for me again. "

He did not speak, a pair of big palms still fell on her waist, just inadvertently has tightened a few minutes.

Mingke clearly felt that his big palms were constantly tightening around his waist. She was not nervous. However, even if she knew that it would hurt people, she had to go on with a stiff head for the sake of everyone's well-being: "from the night before last, until today when I came back to see that you didn't receive a call..."

She turned back to meet his eyes, took a deep breath, and then continued: "until today I came back to see your missed call, I never thought of you, not for a second."

"I don't believe it." He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. After a while, he opened his eyes and locked his eyes on her small face: "he didn't inform anyone when he came back the night before yesterday. Because I had something to do, I didn't receive the news at the first time. It's my fault. I said I wanted to protect you."

"I don't need your protection anymore. I don't have much to do with him. He doesn't treat me badly." It's not really bad. Apart from his performance in bed, Beiming night is pretty good for her.

At least outside, he is always willing to stand out for her and solve all her difficulties. If such a man doesn't talk about his brutality, other places will be OK.

Mu Son Jin didn't dispute this problem with her, a big palm lifts up, want to touch her face, she forced don't pass, dodged his touch.

His big palm stopped in the air, and finally fell on her shoulder. His voice was still so hoarse, and there were some obscure words added to the hoarseness: "he came to see you the night before yesterday. Are you willing to go back to the imperial court with him?"

Mingke bit her lip hard. In fact, if she could tell him that she was willing at this time, maybe it would be over. However, she really couldn't say the word voluntary.

But she was just silent for a moment, then she met his eyes, hooked her lips, and opened a smile: "I am."

"You are not. Your expression has told me the answer." His big palm finally fell back to her face, and his long finger gently crossed her nose: "you didn't volunteer, he took you to the imperial court by means, didn't you? Coco, you don't need to explain anything to me. I didn't protect you. It's my fault... "

"Not, Son Jin you don't understand." She also gave him a push, pushing his palm away from her face.

Mu Zijin's palm fell back to her shoulder again, and he laughed, even if the smile didn't have much real meaning, but at least it was a smile: "whether you understand or not, I just want you to know that what I said to you is still useful. As long as you want to leave him, I can help you. I'll face him with you tomorrow, OK? If you owe him the money, I'll give it back to him immediately, OK? "

She didn't speak, she just kept biting her lips.

He said with a smile, "is that ok? Coco, give me an answer

"No..."

"I don't want that answer." Don't let her say, he suddenly pulled her over, tightly in his arms, buried in her neck socket, dumb way: "don't say no, I want your positive response, tomorrow I'll take you to him, we make things clear, I and his friends for so many years, unless he really like you, otherwise, I believe he will not stop."

"He doesn't like me and won't let you take me away." If Beiming night is really willing to let himself and Mu Zijin together, he won't have to take her back to the imperial court the night before yesterday.

As for mu Zijin's saying that Beiming night likes her, it's even more impossible. She won't believe that she likes a person and will torture her by that means.

"This matter ends here, Son Jin." She said in a cold voice.

"I've agreed to go to him tomorrow." He still put his arms around her, put his little body in his arms, buried his head around her neck, smelling the faint fragrance after her bath.

Eyes fell in front of the night, eyes deep, at this time, no one can see what is hidden in his eyes, just the long arms around her continue to tighten.

Until she was almost unable to breathe, she pushed him hard and said softly, "let go, I feel sick."

He finally took back some strength and let her go.

"I really don't deserve it." When he let go of himself, Mingke quickly pushed him and found a little chance to retreat from his arms and back.

Can be a retreat and back to the rockery, head melon accidentally hit the rockery above, knock a, a deep pain from the back of the head.Mu Son Jin facial expression a change, busy pulled her to come over, big palm falls on her head.

Actually in such a short time to touch a bag, he broke her face, gently rubbed her back brain, constantly blowing air on the bag, the voice is extremely gentle: "not afraid, no pain, rub a rub no pain."

Mingke only felt a burst of bitterness in his heart, which was more painful than the sharp pain. He unconsciously pulled on his clothes and tried to push him away.

But at this moment, so gentle Mu Zijin, she is really reluctant to part with, but finally she pushed him, reluctant to part with is not a good thing for him.

"Leave me alone." She turned to go to the dormitory.

Mu Son Jin or pulled her back, just this time he didn't hold her, quietly looking at her in the moonlight appears to have a little pale face.

He tried to calm himself down before he said softly, "OK, coco, I won't force you any more, but I'll go to him with you tomorrow. I will not go as your boyfriend, just as we are friends, I just want to help you escape his control, OK

She did not speak, but blinked, and raised her head to meet his eyes.

As a friend, this statement made her a little confused.

Friend, is it really OK? No love and hatred, just a friend's identity, just to help her escape from the clutches of the northern night?

Really, is that ok?