Beloved of Bossy President

Beiming night slowly puff smoke, looking at the big TV screen, eyes with the lyrics word by word slowly swept, deep eyes, eye waves slightly floating.

He looks a little casual, like reading the lyrics, and like thinking about something. Even sitting beside him, Mingshan doesn't know what the man is thinking.

Sometimes I feel that he is listening to his singing seriously. Sometimes I feel that he has not done anything and has not listened to it. He is just thinking about his own things.

But, she does not believe, does not believe her such pleasant song can not attract him.

Holding the microphone fingers slightly tight, she took a deep breath, adding a bit of affection in the singing, beautiful voice with the microphone drive, resounding throughout the box.

Beauty, at this moment, beauty of people, beauty of voice, beauty of everything, but I don't know why, some people unconsciously frown.

Because it's so perfect, it seems that there is something missing in the song, but no one can tell exactly what it is.

However, this singing skill is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After singing a song, there was immediate applause.

Mingshan's face turned red slightly. Looking at the night of the northern night, he had already lowered his eyes, looked at the glass of red wine on his desk, flicked the cigarette between his fingers, took the wine up to his lips, and tasted it slowly.

For her songs, he didn't say good or bad. There was no man's action to please a woman. On the contrary, it made people feel that this man was more domineering and more mysterious and attractive.

This is the first time that Mingshan values a man so much. He is also the most charming person she has ever met.

"What song does Mr. Beiming like? Shall I ask them to order one for you? " She asked in a low voice, looking up at him, her eyes were a little confused.

A little worship, a little confusion and a little shyness are men's favorite eyes, which make them feel satisfied with their self-esteem. At the same time, they are angry with this shy but confused girl. A man's innate possessiveness for women.

This Mingshan is really first-class in her way of flattering men. There are so many girls here, and many of them have already despised her. But because there are men here, let alone a famous night in the north, who dares to talk?

When a girl heard Mingshan talking, she immediately looked at Beiming night and asked with a smile, "what kind of food does Mr. Beiming like? Let me help you

Beiming night drinks the red wine in the glass, puts the glass down, raises his hand to take a breath of smoke, and his enigmatic eyes sweep over the crowd, suddenly falling on Mingke.

She has been hiding in the most corner, clearly want to deliberately away from him.

He not only didn't get angry, but also threw out a peerless smile: "my sister sings so well, my sister should not be so bad. Why don't you sing one, too?"

Name can be a little tight between the fingers, a little resistance in the heart, subconsciously look back at him, a face indifferent: "I can't sing."

"Do you drink?" He leaned back on the sofa and squinted at her.

Mingke took a breath, stood up and went to the song platform.

She would rather sing a song for him than drink. This man is always on top. She knows that if she doesn't sing, he will really try to force her to drink.

In fact, there is no need to force her to disobey him in front of so many people.

If you sing, you can sing, and you won't lose a piece of meat.

After that red bean, the music started again, but no one in the whole box dared to pick up the microphone to sing. Mr. Beiming wanted a name to sing. Who dared to speak in front of her?

Therefore, before Mingke selected the songs, there was only music in the box, but no songs.

When Mingshan turns to the next corner to drink wine, he takes the initiative to give it to Mingshan.

Serve! It's the same dignified posture as a king again. This time, her sister is the one who serves him.

She is not jealous, more is uneasy, Shan Shan takes the initiative to approach this man, do you know how dangerous he is? She was really afraid that this guy would make an agreement for Mingshan, forcing her to accept his compulsion as she did.

He was about to sit down on the sofa when he heard the low voice of the northern night: "sitting so far away, I'm afraid I can't hear you clearly."

Name can be blocked in the heart, Xu Nianhua already said with a smile: "coco, it's better to go to the gentleman's side, there are still vacant seats."

He glanced at the peach beside him in the night of the northern night.

Although Taozi is reluctant to have snacks, Xu Nianhua is the president of Yifei. Her future promotion depends on the eyes of others. How dare she not follow his orders?

He immediately backed away and left the position on the left side of Beiming night.

Mingke had no choice but to walk over and sit down beside him, but he still tried to keep a distance from him, next to the peach.

Beiming night ignore her, see her pick song has not changed, thick eyebrow can't help but Cu Cu.Xu Nianhua looks at his words and looks. He immediately cuts off this song with a smile and changes its name.

The prelude passed quickly, and the name could only be sung in a low voice when there was no man around.

"Fall in love with a devil's language..."

This is the first time Beiming night heard her singing, but also the first time to find that his little girl singing is so beautiful.

Her voice may not be as mellow as Mingshan's, but because it is not perfect, her singing sounds a little more flexible, with more imperfections than Mingshan's.

Sometimes, deformity is a kind of beauty, which is heartbreaking

He inadvertently extended his long arm, big palm fell on her shoulder, will pull her to himself.

Mingke was singing. Maybe she was a little attentive, or maybe she was too familiar with the action of Beiming night. For a moment, she didn't find that she had been pulled to her arms by him.

More than 20 people in the box, one by one dumbfounded, looked at these two people, even Mingshan was scared silly eyes.

Mr. Beiming took Mingke to his arms, but she Just now, she was trying, and even created several opportunities to throw herself into his arms. As long as Beiming night wanted to give her a hug, she could fall into his arms.

But he didn't, I don't know whether he didn't notice all her initiative or he did, but he was not willing to pull her up.

Looking at Mingke and his figure nestling together, the two delicate eyebrows are tightening more and more inadvertently. The hand holding the cup is also tightening five fingers unconsciously. Almost can't help crossing the northern night, and a glass of wine is splashed on Mingke's face.

How can she not know that her elder sister is still a master, and her means are more powerful than her!