Beloved of Bossy President

The epidermis is still a little bit broken, and the wine still stings when it goes down.

Beiming night eyebrows or subconsciously slightly frowned, but also because of these expressions, can really feel that this man is a flesh and blood person, even the iron body will be injured, think of this, the strength of the start is lighter.

She said softly, "don't be afraid. I'll be fine later. I'll wake up tomorrow..."

"Are you going to stay here tonight?" Before she finished, he suddenly interrupted her and turned his head away from her: "the beds have been changed. If you dare to shout, don't blame me for being rude. Don't challenge my patience again and again. I don't have that much patience for you

Name can Piao his one eye, then attentively rubbed wound for him again.

This evening's northern night is really strange, and the attitude has never been strange. For a while, it seems to be so gentle, and for a while, it seems to be a little shy Although, she always felt that she was wrong Then, like now, inexplicably, he got angry again.

She doesn't know whether he is in a good mood or not. Is it true that all drunken men are like this?

Ignoring this, she rubbed the wound for him with ease.

After all, Beiming night drank a lot of wine, so he kneaded it, sleepy slowly climbed up.

But he has been trying to support his consciousness, because he still has something to do. He will catch the little girl later, and it will take a night to press down. Now, how can he sleep?

It's rare for him to tell her everything tonight. She doesn't seem to resist herself as much as in the past. How can she live up to her lack of desire in the past two weeks if such a good opportunity doesn't last one night?

However, I feel more and more sleepy

Finally, he closed his eyes, lifted his thin lips, and spilled a few words that were so slight that he could hardly hear: "I'll go to sleep first, wake me up later, I still want you..."

Mingke took a deep breath and tried to tell himself to get used to his rogue words.

Seeing that he had closed his eyes, because he couldn't get his own response, she tried to hold up her eyelids. She came close to him and said in a soft voice, "OK, when your injury is healed, I'll call you up."

Beiming night didn't notice what the woman said on the premise that his injury was healed. When he heard that she would shout him out, he hooked his lips with satisfaction and finally closed his heavy eyes. Before long, his breathing became even.

Mingke rubbed the wound for him for about half an hour before he finally stopped.

He put the wine away and put it back in the drawer. When he looked at his back again, the black and purple had already spread. It seemed that he didn't have any particularly uncomfortable performance. There should be no serious injury inside. However, being hit like this is enough to make people worried.

After packing up, she went back to the bathroom and washed her hands with soap. When she came out, Beiming night was still in that position, lying on the bed and sleeping.

If you look at him carefully, there is still a little smile on his lips. It is so true and pure that there is no false taste at all.

At this time, he looks like an angel, no evil eyes, no evil smile, so simple, just a drunk, sleeping man.

Such he, suddenly called her pity up.

Suddenly she couldn't help holding out her hand. Her fingertips crossed his forehead and swept away the messy bangs in front of his forehead. What he had just said flashed through her mind.

"I told them you were my girlfriend."

This sentence makes her eyes slightly open, and then seriously stare at his face, just remember what he just said to himself.

"I don't like lying, just say it, you You know what I mean? "

She suddenly opened her eyes, staring at him, looking so good that even as a woman, she would be jealous. After a long time, she just looked at him and could hardly breathe.

What does he mean? Is he implying that he wants her to be his girlfriend? Did he really mean that?

At this time, I really want to wake him up and ask him if he just said what she understood.

But he was sleeping so hard, what's more, she couldn't ask this kind of words. At this time, she really hated his carelessness. No wonder he hesitated and didn't say anything. It was obvious that he had a dignified face and struggled for a long time to tell her.

I thought there was something important, but I didn't expect that what he said was this. Is this really so important to him?

Girlfriend, does he really want her to be his girlfriend?

However, there is still an agreement between them

At the thought of the agreement, the shock of her eyes gradually disappeared. She breathed a long breath and told herself that she could not think about it any more. No matter what he said just now was true or false, she and he were from two worlds.

But judging from the current situation, he should not want to embarrass himself. In this case, he should have a good time with him during the agreement period, as long as he is not with other women behind her back.In fact, she knows that she is really not qualified to manage these, but I don't know why she really can't stand it, just can't stand it.

Carefully straighten his body, let him sleep more comfortable, her eyes from his open upper body swept, fell on his suit pants, he seems to have no habit of wearing pants to sleep.

She blushed and hesitated for a long time. Then she gently turned over his body and began to untie his waistband and pull down his trousers

I finally wiped my body for Beiming night, even Her face has been very red, red as a ripe tomato, but fortunately, half an hour later, he was finally properly placed.

Afraid of the injury on his back, she made him into a side position, put things away and lay down beside him after taking off her shoes.

The bed is new. It doesn't smell like any woman. It seems very comfortable to sleep.

She quietly closed her eyes, because she was too tired, and because it was really late, she just closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Outside under the night, stars, the moon in the clouds slowly shuttle, from the full moon in the sky, to gradually slide to the horizon.

I don't know how long she sleeps. She hums and unconsciously moves her hands. As soon as she moves, she seems to touch something, temperature It's very high.

A wild palm in her body to explore up, has not opened his eyes, has heard his heavy breathing, as well as the rapid heartbeat.

The two rows of thick pupil lashes trembled slightly. Mingke slowly opened her eyes. She saw a face that was already wet with sweat in the northern night. Under the light of the residual moonlight, a pair of deep eyes flashed her familiar bromine black light.

"Sir..." She moved gently, her hands subconsciously against his chest, a touch, one hand wet sweat.

His big palm glided along her waist line. His eyes were black and bright, and their fundus clearly flashed the light of treacherous evil spirit.

The girl, when she promised to call him up, was perfunctory!

How could he be so easy to be perfunctory in his northern night?

He lowered his head, and the hot breath fell on her ears. His hoarse voice also scared her to open a pair of round eyes: "I'm hurt, now..."

A hot breath blowing in her ear, blowing her a burst of inexplicable panic, he raised thin lips, low smile: "you come."

Under the sight of Mingke, he turned over and held her in his arms.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a man who was so strong that she was afraid of him Under the pressure