Beloved of Bossy President

Although Mingke thought in her heart, she didn't want to pay attention to Beiming night.

However, she did not know that she had always said not to go with him, but her two arms were still tightly around his neck.

Hold so tightly, clearly like tight, this appearance, let other girls more disgusted.

Beiming night a little helpless, her attitude is firm, he just calmly sat back on the sofa.

Not only did Mr. Tang dare to return to his original position, but he also walked down in front of all the people.

This kind of Miss Mingke is totally different from the docile and clever little girl in peacetime. Tonight, she has more amorous feelings than ever before. It's not only him, but also other people.

Beiming night felt a little unhappy. Look at those men's eyes. Even if he didn't look, he knew how enchanting the little woman in his arms was now.

Drunk hazy, that curved eyebrows, small nose, and occasionally murmur from the small mouth, a hot heart, almost to impulse up, this goblin, at this moment is really too grinding.

The microphone was handed over, and the familiar music rang out. You don't need to think at all, and you don't need to look at the screen. You open your mouth and sing.

The voice is a little bit more hoarse than usual. The voice is not mellow and full, but the singing is very moving. Every syllable can hold every man's heart tightly.

Now listening to her singing and looking at her drunken expression, many of the boys on the scene are excited. It seems that what they are listening to is not her singing, but the sound of her singing under the man.

How familiar is this feeling? This girl, let him soon out of control!

If you look at other men, which one is not looking at the little woman in his arms? I have known for a long time that this little woman is a demon who causes trouble. The more she looks, the more beautiful she looks. Now she looks like this

He suddenly snatched the microphone from her hand, and his face sank: "no, let's go back."

I don't even care about other people.

But Mingke protested. He robbed her of the microphone. She nodded her lips and complained unhappily: "if I don't go, I'll sing."

"No singing." His face was calm and grim.

The others quietly wanted to see what they were doing now, but they were afraid of the high-strength pressure caused by the northern night. No one dared to look at them, as if they would be dead after being found by Mr. Beiming.

In particular, a few men lost their souls when they looked at Mingke just now. When Mr. Beiming's eyes were cold, they were all on pins and needles.

That look It's really scary.

"No singing, go now." Beiming night throws the microphone on the table, and is about to carry her away.

Mingke suddenly pounced forward and put his arms around his neck. If he couldn't make it hard, he asked softly, "I still want to sing. Night, I don't want to go. Shall we sing again? Night

She called him night at this time! In the past, she used to call him "Sir" in a strange way. She never took the initiative to call him so close. Now, she is calling him Night.

The name was called out by her two thin pink lips. The strange feeling not only shocked him, but also made his heart soften completely.

Heart a soft, the tone of speech will also be soft a lot: "you are drunk, I send you back."

"I don't want to go back, I don't want to go back to that place." She just doesn't want to go back. It's where he and Yu Feifan live. It doesn't belong to her at all. She hates that place. She hates it to death.

Beiming night a little helpless, bow close to her ear, whispered: "don't go there, then we go back to the imperial court."

"I'm not going. They want to hurt me." She did not dare to take the initiative to provoke the fire wolf, even if she did not know how he was injured now, but she was afraid to hear that Tang Feifei had not been discharged from hospital until now.

She knows, don't think she is drunk, she knows everything: "I don't go, I don't go..."

When she was about to say the word "emperor yuan", the big palm of the northern night fell on her lips and forced to cover her. These two words were disturbed in her struggle.

She didn't want to let people know that she went back to spend the night with him. At this time, she was drunk, played a drunken maniac and talked about everything. After the event, she would cry to death when she remembered it.

He doesn't care. He doesn't want to see her upset afterwards. This woman!

"I want to sing." Mingke pushes his big palm away and grabs the microphone on the table.

Beiming night is the first step to grab the microphone, hold high, is not let her get.

Mingkedun was not happy. He kept climbing up his neck. His little body was soft and ran around him, which made the hard man almost give up his arms to her."I want to sing." Unable to get the microphone, she glared at him with a pair of big watery eyes blinking and a face of grievance.

"No singing." He cold heart not to look at her eyes, is not allowed her soft voice fell on the ears of other men.

"Then sing it to me." Her head was still a little dizzy. When she got up, she would fall to one side. If it wasn't for Beiming night, she didn't know what it would be like now.

The northern night glanced at her and hummed coldly: "don't sing."

Who is he, the president of Tangtang Empire group, one of the most important figures in Dongling, how can he sing to please women?

"I want you to sing!" She pulled on his skirt and pulled it hard. Tonight, she was very stubborn and ignorant: "I want you to sing, you sing to me."

"No singing." He cold face, don't know why he want to talk so much nonsense with her, put people on the shoulder, directly take away, say so much to do?

But she didn't want to go, and he didn't want to take people out and look at her tearful. Just now, in that box, she was crying under him, which made him very upset.

He never knew that a woman's tears would make him so uncomfortable, but he knew clearly that under such circumstances, he didn't want to see her miserable appearance when she cried.

The name can still hold him, still not to scratch: "I want you to sing, you sing to me."

In the northern night, when she was ready to refuse again, she raised her thin lips and murmured: "you sing very well. I like to hear you sing, night..."