Beloved of Bossy President

When Mingke woke up, Beiming night was still sleeping beside her. Her strong arm crossed her waist and exposed outside the quilt.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the tangled muscle texture on his arm, which was so thick that it was a bit thicker than her calf. Looking at him again, his eyebrows were locked and he was still sleeping deeply, but his eyebrows didn't stretch out in his sleep.

This is a rare time when she woke up in his arms, the man was still sleeping so dead, even if she moved slightly under him, he still had no sign of waking up.

Head melon has a bit of deep pain, she reached out and unconsciously rubbed the forehead, throat also a dry, uncomfortable, but in addition to these, the body seems to have no strange feeling, there is no kind of bitter feeling that he had.

Last night's events bit by bit back to the brain, she is not completely unable to remember, some fragments will flash in my mind.

In the box, in the car, in his lounge

She was startled and looked up. It was not the rest room in his office, but the apartment where she had spent the night before yesterday.

She rubbed her sour eyes and thought about it carefully. It seemed that she remembered some struggles with him last night. When she thought about it, she was in a panic and almost could not help crying.

She dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, and he

He couldn't help looking at him. He couldn't tell what it was like. He really let her play drunk in front of him. Even when he was so impulsive that the whole person was on fire, he didn't ask her.

She can feel clearly whether he asked her or not. He didn't ask her last night, really not.

Mingke doesn't know whether she should feel lucky or uneasy, which is totally different from the Beiming night she used to know. In the past, the beast didn't care whether she was willing or not. The more desolate she was crying, the fiercer he was going to be.

Even when he was joking, he would say that she had not cried under him for a long time.

But last night Why was he so gentle to her last night, even tolerant?

It's amazing that the two words "tolerance" can be used in the northern night.

Looking at his frown, she couldn't help stretching out her long finger. Suddenly, she was impulsive. Her fingertip could not help gently across his thick eyebrow, trying to smooth the melancholy between his eyebrows and make him look more relaxed.

She didn't know what she was thinking, but when she saw that he was frowning so tightly, she felt a little uncomfortable.

At the moment when her fingertips touch beimingye's eyebrows, beimingye has woken up. He feels that someone wants to touch himself. With a wave of his hand, he doesn't even open his eyes, and has already imprisoned her hand.

The woman was stunned and put her little hands behind him, but she screamed.

Mingke was scared out of her mind by him. The sudden confinement made her almost scream.

Beiming night opened the ink like star eyes, the light under his eyes was accumulating bit by bit, and he saw the woman who was imprisoned by himself. His heart trembled, he let her go and pulled her back.

Mingke rubbed the wrists that he had just imprisoned. He didn't know what the man was thinking. He grabbed her so hard that it hurt her so much that he even doubted whether he had pinched the wrists.

It's like making a movie with such great strength and speed. It's frightening!

"Does it hurt?" He asked, a little hoarse in his voice.

Mingke bit his lip, looked at him and shook his head.

What about the pain? Tell him the pain, will he pity himself more? She didn't even dare to think about the pity of the northern night.

"I didn't remember that you were sleeping next to me." He was dumb and his consciousness had completely returned to his mind.

Just now, he thought that someone was going to attack him, but when he threw her out, he had already subconsciously reflected that the enemy was not necessarily around him, otherwise, with his strength, where would he only scratch her?

He is still not used to the life of two people. In the past, he fell asleep alone, and no one dares to touch him after he fell asleep.

"I'll learn to adapt later." Holding her little hand, he sat up and gently rubbed it for her. It was very rare for him to move so gently.

Mingke sat up beside him, his eyes fell on his big rough palm. When he rubbed her wrist with his palms, the contrast between the two people was so sharp. If he had more strength just now, her hands would be wasted.

I couldn't help but raise the corner of my eyebrow and take a sneak look at him. His hair is a bit messy. Even if he hasn't cleaned up his face, it's still so beautiful that people can't move their eyes. I just took a look and almost stunned her again.

Fortunately, when he rubbed her hand, she suddenly woke up because of the pain. Her eyes quickly moved away from his face and fell back to her hand. Looking at the careful and clumsy appearance when he kneaded her hand, I couldn't tell what it was like.It took a long time for Beiming night to let go of her. After a look at her, her clothes were a bit messy, which was torn out by herself last night. The neckline was wide open, and the fragrant shoulder on one side was slightly open. Just looking at her like this, the whole person suddenly gave birth to a little heat.

His eyes sank, but he hesitated for half a second, and then he pulled her back to his arms with a big palm, turned over and pressed her down: "girl, we didn't last night..."

"I have to go out in a hurry." Where could she not understand the color under his eyes? She was very familiar with these eyes.

"I have a lot to do with her husband because I'm not willing to go out," he said

The northern night snorted. Fortunately, the impulse was not so big at this time. He just glanced at her and let her go.

Early in the morning, he didn't want to make a scene like last night. He turned down from the bed, walked to the bathroom and threw her a stiff figure.

She knew that he was not happy, but now she could not care whether he was happy or not. Since she knew that he and Yu Feifan were sleeping there, she always had some inexplicable resistance to this man.

Even if it doesn't do her any good to make him unhappy, she still can't accept him.

When Beiming night came out, people had calmed down. They only wore a pair of trousers, and they didn't know where they had been thrown.

Mingke's condition is not much better than that of him. There are no clothes for them.

Seeing him coming to her, she said in a hurry, "I'm going to get dressed, and I'm going to take off."