Beloved of Bossy President

She and he knew very well whether they would throw themselves in their arms or not.

Mingke bit his lip and struggled to leave in the arms of Beiming night, but he didn't dare to be too far away from him. He just sat down beside him and took the fishing rod he handed her.

She didn't expect that his fishing rod was so heavy that she almost threw it into the sea without any psychological preparation.

Fortunately, she finally took hold of it. She looked at him from the side. He just looked at the sea level quietly and didn't seem to care about her. She was relieved to see that he hadn't fished for so long, so she took back the line to see if there was any bait in the hook.

Sure enough, a few hooks were bare and nothing.

She had no choice but to sigh. Like him, it's strange to be able to catch fish.

On the bait, put the line back to the sea, she washed her hands with the water not far from her side, and then devoted herself to fishing.

In less than two minutes, the buoy moved.

Mingke was so excited that he almost forgot who was sitting next to him. After the buoy moved more severely, he quickly pulled out.

As the fishing line was pulled back, a big or small sea fish came to the surface. She took the fish back and looked at the fish on the deck, her eyes unconsciously stained with a touch of joy.

"I caught it!" Looking back at Beiming night, when she looked at him deeply, the light of her eyes quickly dispersed.

Only when she was happy just now would she be overjoyed. She forgot who was sitting beside her. When she was facing him, she shouldn't show her extra emotions. She couldn't grasp the man's happiness and anger. She didn't know whether she was presumptuous in front of him.

In particular, he has been fishing for so long and has no record at all. She has just fished the sea fish in a few minutes

"Lost soup." The night of the northern underworld calls.

Mingke was startled, and a little face was covered with a layer of pale: "I don't I don't dare, no! "

The light of his eyes flickered slightly, and he looked down at her.

She was confused. She watched the lost soup come to take off the fish from the hook and hook her with bait. When she came back to the cabin, it seemed that she didn't intend to hinder them to continue, so her heart just settled down.

"Are you afraid of him?" North night picked pick eyebrows, bow close.

With his approach, a natural chill suddenly fell, Mingke's heart contracted, he wanted to shake his head against his heart, but finally he ordered the small head down.

Every time this lost soup appears, it seems that there must be no good. Can she not be afraid?

However, it seems that this time the lost soup really only intends to help her take back the sea fish, and has no other purpose.

Beiming's deep and quiet eyes swept over her small face. After a moment, she turned around and looked at the distance. Her voice was light and didn't seem to have any emotion: "go on."

When she stayed beside him, she was still a little nervous. She threw the baited hook back into the sea. She stared at the buoy on the sea and stopped talking.

But it is obvious that he has been guarding against him, and he has been cautious, for fear of doing something wrong to make him angry.

Beimingye doesn't mind. If she can't be afraid of him after doing so many excessive things to her, then he really wants to doubt whether she intends to approach him at all.

Obviously, this girl is not.

Mingke's eyes were still locked on the buoy on the sea. At the beginning, he was still full of thorns. As time went by, his nervous mood finally relaxed.

During this time, the buoy moved several times, but each time I didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or anxiety. When the line was taken up, the fish had already run away.

She tried to settle down and continue fishing.

Ten minutes later, suddenly, the buoy began to move obviously.

As soon as Mingke's eyebrows brightened, he quickly sat up straight, intending to take back the fishing line. But when he didn't want to stand up straight, he suddenly ran into a cold embrace behind him.

"Ah She was startled. She turned her head, and her cheek touched his cold thin lip. Now, she was so scared that she almost threw the fishing rod.

"This fishing rod was bought two years ago. At that time, the market price was more than one million." Beiming night's indifferent voice, scared name can immediately grasp the fishing rod, for fear of accidentally leaving the fishing rod in the sea.

He leaned over and buried his head in her shoulder socket. His two big palms came out from the bottom of her coat and slowly came in.

"Don't..." Mingke moved her body and tried to escape, but he had already been sitting behind her unconsciously, so she was trapped between his two slender legs and could not escape at all.

"If you catch more than ten million fish, you can spend less time with me." His voice was a little hoarse that she didn't understand, and the hot breath spilled on her neck with his words, burning her a kind of strange pain.

But What did he say just now? Ten million for a fish? He Are you teasing her?

Beiming night is obviously a look of teasing her. The two big palms have moved up slowly along her smooth waist line, and the voice is still so good. At least for all the women in the world except her, it sounds so good that people and gods are angry: "come on, fish well, ten million, what I say always counts."Mingke clenched his lower lip and tried to drop the two palms that he had rubbed lightly on his waist. Although his body could not stop shaking for a while, he still held the fishing rod tightly and tried to let his attention fall on the buoy on the sea.

A fish of 10 million, catch one, you can accompany him for a night, this temptation is too big for her, as long as Just ignore him.

However, those two big palms have been boiling hot since they were cold just now. When they were kneaded on her skin, although they couldn't be seen, they seemed to feel that they must leave another terrible mark.

No pain, but inexplicably worried, how can she ignore them?

"Your body fluctuates so much. If you do this again, I will not be able to resist the temptation?" He pressed her back a little bit, so that his chest, which he didn't know when, would rise, would stick tightly to her back door.

Mingke bit her lip hard and tried to calm her disordered and rapid breathing. However, he was so close that her heart was like a deer bumping in her body. Her heart beat so fast that her breathing could not be adjusted anyway.

Not only chest ups and downs, even the body also gradually overflow a thin layer of sweat.

She closed her eyes and tried to tell herself, don't be afraid, don't be scared by him, just concentrate on fishing and catch one, which is a step closer to the end of this kind of day.

Don't be afraid. He's just bluffing him. He's still on deck in broad daylight. What can he do?

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