Beloved of Bossy President

"What do you want to do?" Beiming night droops eyes, eyes fall on Mingke's face.

Mingke didn't want to disturb him, but he didn't expect Dongli to tell him.

She hesitated, and then said: "I think what happened that night when my father was injured may be artificial. Even if the monitoring system of the community will be broken, I don't feel like it's a coincidence. I hope Dongli can introduce one or two people to me, and then ask others to check it again."

"Your father fell downstairs has been identified as an accident. There was a problem with the monitoring system that day, and the elevator was also under maintenance. He walked the stairs in the middle of the night and fell down carelessly." There is a few dark night, the voice is not deep.

"My father is not a child. How could he fall so easily?" Mingke raised her eyes to meet the eyes of the northern night, but she didn't want to see the cold air under his eyes. The cold air made her not know what to say. She always felt a little afraid, just like in the past, she was habitually afraid of him.

"Miss coco, though I know quite a lot of people, you still have to agree with Mr. Jing, you... Talk with your husband and let me know if you have any conclusions. As long as you are ordered by your husband, I will be able to do it. " Dongli nodded to her, then squeezed out a little smile to her. He didn't dare to look at Beiming night. He left these words and turned away.

In the twinkling of an eye, the slender figure disappeared in the crowd.

Mingke always feels helpless. How could he be so strange tonight? Seeing her is not only like seeing a ghost, but also pushing all these things to Beiming night.

She really didn't want to disturb Beiming night, but now she didn't want to make it clear to him. I'm afraid this man won't give up.

"I'm afraid you're too busy, so..." She whispered.

"So I'd rather leave it to other men than come to me?" There was no look on the face of Beiming night. It was so calm that Mingke became more uneasy.

Once he calmed down and had no waves in his eyes, she could not fully guess what he was thinking.

"Are you angry, sir?" Instead of guessing, it's better to ask clearly and meet his eyes. She said frankly, "I really don't want to trouble you. As for Dongli, I won't let him help me in vain."

"What do you want to repay him for?" He hummed gently, but there was nothing unhappy about it, only he could see that he was not in a good mood: "Dongli is not short of money. He is much richer than you. What do you want to repay him with?"

Her eyes fell on her and turned slightly.

Before he said those insulting words, Mingke said, "no, I will never do anything with my body during the agreement period."

In fact, she is a little angry, even if he is in a bad mood, why vent his anger on her? Even if she can't guess what he is thinking, she can feel that he is looking for his fault. This man is always in a state of uncertainty. She really can't figure it out.

Beiming night is really angry with her words. During the agreement, she doesn't trade her body with others. What about after the agreement? Will she take such a shortcut?

He humed coldly, turned and walked towards a distance: "how much more can your body be worth after I've played with it? I think it's beautiful. "

Mingke stares at his tall figure and is so angry that he just wants to stamp his feet. Sometimes he dotes on her, which makes her wonder if she has a little status in his heart. But sometimes what she says can make people angry.

However, Dongli left, Beiming night also left, her little request immediately no one responded.

Qi returned to Qi. She was a little disappointed. She knew too few people. When something happened, she couldn't find someone to help.

If you want help She blinked. Her eyes didn't know which corner she was in. She had several characters floating in her mind and finally locked them on a pretty face.

But she didn't think deeply. Now she didn't have much money. Even if she got help, she had to save some money. Otherwise, how could it be so easy for others to help her? A little gift is always needed, isn't it?

Thinking about this, she breathed a sigh of helplessness and planned to keep up with the pace of the northern night.

The president of Beiming is not in a good mood, and I don't know if there is any reason for her, but anyway, he has to be coaxed.

Having just walked dozens of steps, before catching up with Beiming's clothes and shoes in the middle of the night, she saw Ajiao standing in a corner not far away. She didn't know what to look at. Her eyes were straight, and she looked obsessed.

She frowned and thought that she didn't have half a friend on the island. After thinking about it, she walked up to her.

Gillian is still looking at the figure in the distance, looking at it crazily.

Although he came back, she didn't have much chance to see him. Today, she got her husband's permission to go to the island. After she came up, she found his figure and couldn't move her sight any more.

Just like half a year ago, he is still so handsome and aloof. Even in the crowd, you can see the difference between him and other people.His eyes were as frozen as icebergs, and could not even melt. No one could enter his heart, and no one could make his indifferent face crack.

I've known him for so many years, and my eyes have followed him for so many years, but when will he look back at himself?

Mingke goes to Gillian and sees that she is just obsessed with looking at the distance. She looks along her line of sight, but she doesn't find anything different there. However, she finds a figure that connects the city to the north.

He sat there, and his brothers were not far away from him, but he and his brothers seemed so out of place. Everyone was talking and laughing, but he sat quietly all the time and didn't even want to say a word.

It's not a gloomy face, but a expressionless face, as if he was born like this. He didn't mean to alienate everyone, but he just couldn't get close to them.

She didn't mean to find the figure of Beiming Liancheng, but he looked so different in the crowd. Like Beiming night, even if you were drowned in the sea of people, you could find him at first sight.

Ah Jiao, look over there. What are you looking at? Is she looking at the brothers, or the campfire, or is she looking at Beiming Liancheng?

Mingke blinked. He was a little suspicious. Could he say Does Gillian like Beiming Liancheng?

Her eyebrows and eyes brightened, and her gloomy mood became clearer. She poked her long finger on Gillian's shoulder and asked in a sort of mischievous way: "is the captain of Liancheng very handsome?"