Beloved of Bossy President

Mingke doesn't know how he escaped from Beiming night. His head is still dizzy. He doesn't know why he became so kind and willing to let her go.

However, when I left, I could feel that he was very unhappy.

She can't manage, he is not happy, never come to her again, it's best.

When she left the box and went back to the corridor, she felt as if she had experienced a catastrophe. Now, she is very glad that the beast is not here and has carried on the persecution to the end.

KTV box She subconsciously looked back at the closed door, and was really relieved when she didn't see the North night chasing out.

In such a place, if she was really like him, she felt that she would not be able to lift her head completely in the future.

As soon as she looked up, she saw that Yi Tang was not far away, looking at her. At this time, she didn't want to have any contact with them at all. She turned around and walked a little frivolously to the box where Xiao Xiang was.

After a few steps, I looked up and saw Gillian standing there, also looking at her.

suddenly felt a little bit blocked up and ran around. He could not escape from his eyeliner. He knew he could not blame A Jiao, but he was somewhat unhappy.

Gillian knew that she was despised by her. When she came back, she didn't dare to say anything more. When she entered the box, she followed her in dejectedly.

I really can't blame her. Mingke goes out to the bathroom. She has to follow her all the time. She's afraid that something might happen to her. But she didn't expect that her husband would do such a dirty thing and rob someone in the middle of the way The other party is Mr. Chen. What can she do?

"What's the matter with you? How did it take so long? " Seeing her coming back, Xiao Xiang waved to her, pulled her to his side and sat down: "is it uncomfortable after drinking?"

"A little bit." Mingke nodded. She didn't want to be seen by her. She stood up and went to the song ordering stage: "I'll see what songs are there."

"Everything. Come on. I haven't heard you sing for a long time." Xiao Xiang gave her a push.

Mingke managed to squeeze out a little smile and avoided everyone by singing.

As for the box at that end, Yi Tang stood outside the door for a long time before he pushed the door in.

On the night of the northern underworld, he was smoking again. His slender legs were on the tea table. With a little light, he could see his face through the smoke. In addition to depression, it was good-looking enough to make any woman crazy.

Yi Tang just didn't understand. How could miss Mingke leave the box so soon? It doesn't look like Mr. Wang's style of doing things. It's not his habit to give up halfway.

"Sir." He called in a low voice and walked up to him. The box was so dark, and he was smoking again. He could not see anything else except that he felt a little chilly and a little irritable.

Beiming night's slender fingers raised, put the smoke to his lips and took a breath, then slowly spit it out. His blurred eyes looked at the smoke curling up in front of his eyes. The luster of his eyes was bright and dark, which made people completely unable to see through.

Yi Tang didn't dare to talk much, so he sat down on the sofa not far away. He also took out his cigarette and smoked silently.

I don't know how long later, Beiming night suddenly straightened up and put out the cigarette in the ashtray.

Yi Tang also immediately put out the cigarette in his hand and looked at him: "sir."

"Are women so fickle?" Northern night did not look at him, eyes do not know which corner, impatiently picked his forehead bangs.

Yi Tang didn't know how to answer his question. I think Miss Mingke made him unhappy just now. But when he was so old, apart from following him and working for the Empire group, how could he have time to understand such a complex animal as women?

He has never been in love. How can we know if women are fickle?

"Do you think you can't see through Miss Mingke?" He asked.

Beiming night became more agitated. He leaned on the sofa and folded his long legs. He propped his elbow on the top of the sofa and closed his eyes with his long finger supporting his forehead.

If Mr. Tang thought about it again, he said softly

He was silent. He didn't know what words to use to make him more acceptable. At this time, he seemed to be in a bad mood, and he was afraid of stepping on a mine.

After thinking for a moment, he continued: "Sir, why don't you invite master Chen out for a drink some other day..."

"You want me to consult that guy?" Beiming night opened his eyes, deep eyes fell on his face.

This light one eye, frighten Yi Tang busy to live a mouth, facial expression a Zheng, also dare not speak disorderly any more.

What a serious word! How dare he suggest your husband to consult others? What is there in the world that is worth consulting others?

In his heart, Mr. is God. Only people come to consult him and worship him. How can he consult others?

However, Beiming night seems to listen to his words, eyes deep, star eyes slightly half squint, is a pair of enigmatic expression.Go to consult Dongfang Chen. It seems a little embarrassing to say this Think or forget, for a woman, is it worth it?

He suddenly stood up and hummed coldly: "boring."

Leaving these two words behind, he walked out of the box.

Yi Tang also quickly stood up to keep up with his steps, looking at the rigid figure in front of him, he pursed his lips, still a little stunned in his heart.

He never doubted what he said. He said it was boring. Maybe this kind of thing is really boring.

But since he was bored, what was the reason why he was upset all night? From six o'clock until now, he didn't even eat dinner. When he knew that Miss Mingke was here, he came here again.

Now miss Mingke refused him, and he began to feel bored again He can't see his husband clearly. It's not his style to do things so repeatedly.

No wonder people say that men will become neurotic, impulsive and irrational when they have women. Is it irrational now?

He scratched his head and didn't dare to think about it. Seeing that the northern night quickened its pace, he hurriedly followed him, for fear that what he had done wrong would make him even more unhappy.

I didn't expect that when I passed the box, the door of the box was suddenly opened, and the steps of Beiming night were slightly slowed down.

He may not even notice the change of his steps, but Yi Tang feels it clearly and stands there.

Since the door of the box was opened, he walked more slowly than a snail. If he took any step at this time, he would surpass him.

How dare you surpass him? Tired of living?