Beloved of Bossy President

Name did not speak, just holding the agreement hand constantly shaking.

She didn't know if she had heard it wrong. He said that this agreement was a gift from him

He didn't forget her birthday today. Even if he went to long's home to celebrate her birthday, he still didn't forget to give her this big cake.

The nose is very sour, the corner of the eye is also extremely sour, but she is really afraid, afraid that she heard wrong, this agreement really want to give her?

"What's the matter? Don't you like it? " Beiming night tightens her arms and makes herself closer to her body. She has hesitated for a whole day about some words, but she still has no courage to say them.

After clearing his throat, he looked around and said, "what are you going to do? Tear it or hide it? "

Name can still not speak, but the body is stiff, still can't stop shivering.

Northern night did not interrupt her excitement, gave her enough time to adjust her mood.

He continued, "or are you going to give it back to me?"

"Are you kidding me?" She looked up at him.

Two people close at hand, two eyes so close, close to each other's face can not see clearly, but also can see each other's eyes reflected out of the face of their own.

He has her in his eyes, and she has his shadow in her eyes. It's strange that he has been close to him so many times, and he has done the most intimate things in the world, but he has never felt that he was really seen by the other side as he is now.

"You know I never like to joke with you." He opened his mouth to her earlobe and whispered, "before I change my mind, you decide its fate."

Finally, Mingke couldn't help but cry, and his tears slipped down.

Tear it, tear this agreement, from then on, she and he were equal.

She is no longer inferior, no longer need to obey him, no longer feel that he is just a plaything!

Shaking hands picked up the agreement, tears can not stop, this let her humiliate for several months of agreement, this let her raise her head in front of him, the qualifications of life are not agreement

Ten fingers tight, and finally hissed, two pieces of paper were torn into four parts, she bit her lip, tore at the beginning and then continued to tear up.

Tear the four halves into eight pieces, then tear them into sixteen pieces, and continue to tear them.

Tear into pieces, tear into pieces, let these fragments slip away from their fingertips, this does not relieve resentment, looking at the pieces of paper fell on the ground, she raised her feet and trampled hard.

He turned his head and glared at Beiming night, biting his lips and said, "I don't owe you any more. I don't need to call you sir. Beiming night, you are not qualified to instruct me to do anything, you are not qualified to force me..."

"But I still want to keep you around. What should I do?" He tightened his arms and took the little woman struggling out of his arms.

Mingke's breath stagnated, and his tears forgot to fall. He looked up and glared at him. His face was so angry that he tangled up: "what did you say? You bastard, our agreements have been torn. I'm no longer your plaything. You can't insult me any more. I won't be like before... "

"Be my girlfriend." His voice was so light, so light that he couldn't hear it clearly. But such a light voice interrupted all her words in an instant.

Be his girlfriend, he said, let her be his girlfriend

Mingke's tearful eyes were staring at his firm face. It seemed that he didn't understand what he was saying.

Beiming night smiles and reaches out her long finger to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. If she can't wipe them clean, she lowers her head and wipes them with her thin lips.

Finally, he kisses all the tears on her small face. Looking at the water on her eyelashes, he smiles and puts his big palm on her head, taking her small head to his chest.

Hoarse voice, from the top of the head full of spilled: "listen to my heart beat now, let it tell you, what I say is sincere. To be my girlfriend, from today on, there is no agreement. No one owes anyone. You and I are equal. What I want you to be is not my lover, but my girlfriend and my future wife. "

Mingke really doesn't know if she has an auditory error. Is this his confession to her? To be his girlfriend and his wife in the future

How is that possible? How could this be what Beiming night said to her?

His dry face was moistened by tears for a moment. This time, tears also wet his robe. The hot tears stained his skin through the robe, which made his heart ache.

How long has she been wronged by her side? It turns out that she has always been so wronged.

I want to say sorry to her, but I don't think it's necessary at this time.

Mingke struggled in his arms, raised his head and stared at him. His voice was a bit hoarse, but also a bit obviously unhappy: "don't cheat me, my heart is very fragile, I can't stand your cheating, I don't have so many flowery intestines, I can't see what you are thinking, I...""I have told you what I think? Do you want me to say it a third time and a fourth time? "

"Why not?" Is it so easy to pursue her?

Now he's asking her to be his girlfriend, but she's not chasing him. What's the matter? How many times will he lose two pieces of meat?

Looking at her stubborn face, Beiming night felt angry and ridiculous.

He pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and then asked sincerely again, "how about being my girlfriend? Miss Mingke, now promise to be my girlfriend and later my wife, OK? "

She bit her lower lip hard because if she didn't, she would cry.

She tried to suppress her excitement for a long time, so long that even she was about to forget the time, she finally got hoarse and murmured. She was not happy and said, "to be my boyfriend, you have to abide by my rules, or I won't agree."

Beiming night slender eyelashes slightly agitated, and a little want to laugh.

This girl, if you really give her a little sunshine, she will be brilliant.

"Well, first of all, what rules do you have to obey? If it's too harsh, I can't do it."

"Not too harsh." Seeing that he seems to want to let go of himself, Mingke grabs his robe tightly. It's not easy for him to tell himself that he doesn't want to let him slip away at this time.

Just now, it was clear that this man asked her to be his girlfriend, but for a while, she was already worried about his regret.

Natural servility, or too much expectation of this moment?

So, has she been waiting for so long? Did she really expect him to say that to herself all the time?

Now Is he pursuing himself?