Beloved of Bossy President

I never thought that this man would have such a painful day. Has her hard life been completely over? From now on, everything will be better, won't it?

Looking up, this angle just saw the yacht not far away, Zhan jiuxiao's yacht, which was still passing with them.

Mingke sighs in his heart that the prince is really extraordinary. If he can make the same choice as her man, it means that the man must not be simple.

"Fortunately, he is in Dongfang International and you are in Dongling." She said suddenly.

The North night droops the MOU to see her one eye, the line of sight and she together go to not far war nine owls body to fall.

Zhan jiuxiao seems to feel that someone is looking at him, and his indifferent eyes float over.

The two men nodded slightly. After saying hello, they continued to look forward.

Mingke asked, "night, who do you think can win you or him?"

"Look at the will of heaven." He said faintly.

Name can be a bit ambiguous, looked up at his face, but he did not speak.

The yachts in front of us are still chasing each other. Even some yachts have arrived at the end of Caiqing and rushed to the starting point after taking the number.

But look at the northern night is still not impatient, not nervous, not nervous.

All as long as the man to their own good, with him, she can be at ease.

More than ten minutes later, even they arrived at the terminal, took the number plate, and immediately went back the same way.

Like Zhan jiuxiao's yachts, the two yachts are the last in the whole team.

This time they went back against the current, but the speed of their yacht was still the same as just now. Although Mingke couldn't tell how many yards it was now, he still felt that it was not different from just now.

However, countercurrent is different from downstream. If you want to keep the same speed, you should have more fuel consumption, right?

It's obvious that the past and the coming back are really different. It took less than 20 minutes to walk, and then I saw some cruise ships slow down. Maybe they also found out that the fuel is running out.

Mingke couldn't help looking at Beiming night: "our fuel..."

"You can go down and have a look. Do you want to see it?" He looked down at her.

"Well, I'll see." In fact, she didn't want to see them. She had enough confidence in them. She just wanted to get off his legs.

He kept this posture, stepped on the railing, and used his thighs as a stool for her for more than half an hour. During the time, she wanted to come down several times, but he didn't allow it. This time, he just took the opportunity to watch the fuel and let go of his legs, so that he could have a good rest.

After she jumped down, she came down the escalator and went straight to the cab.

The cab and the ship building are interlinked, just separated by a glass window. When Mingke went in, Beiming Liancheng was still reading.

Mingke just glanced at it, then suddenly his eyebrows lit up and strode over: "do you read romance novels? Isn't it, Captain lien Cheng, you actually look at Xiao Yan? "

Beiming night glanced at her. Although she didn't agree with her, she still put down the bookmark and put it between two pages, and put the novel in the drawer: "why don't you accompany the boss? Aren't you afraid that he will come down and arrest people? "

"I'll see how much fuel is left." Scanning the screen, she could see the data and indicators, but now she was more interested in the novel in his drawer.

"Show me." Mingke is going to pull the drawer.

Beiming Liancheng slapped her hand and hummed: "it's too much."

"Let me see what kind of writer you like. Maybe it's the same writer I like." She wanted to see it again, but Beiming Liancheng still held her hand and pushed her out.

"Go with the boss quickly, don't affect the morale of the army here." He said, his eyes clearly flashed something, it seems a bit uncomfortable.

In this way, Mingke's curiosity was teased completely.

What kind of novel are you reading? Can't it be uncle Huang?

Tut Tut, the captain of the company is very good. On the surface, he disdains women and loves himself like a saint. Unexpectedly, he looks at little Huang Wen in private.

"I'm here to inspect the work. Yeh said that this ship is mine now." Mingke crossed his waist and didn't want to give in at all: "now I want to order you to open the drawer and let me see what you just saw. I want to make sure whether you are lazy or not. In case we lose because of your laziness, you have to bear the responsibility."

"How negative? Do you agree by example or just make you stronger? " Beiming Liancheng is not very angry and answers.

"Beiming Liancheng." She glared and wanted to slap him on the head.

Who did you learn that from? It's not like he's the boss, is it? The good don't learn, the bad learn completely.

"Let me see." She was really curious. What kind of novels did a cold person like Beiming Liancheng read?

Beiming Liancheng really convinced her. He sat down on the chair and cocked his legs up: "help yourself."Mingke immediately went over, opened the drawer and took out the novel.

Before I had time to look through the cover and the name on it, I was shocked.

Holding the novel and staring at the name on the cover, I can't help shaking my fingertips.

"This is..." Not sure if it was just a name bump, she took a deep breath and turned it over.

After turning a few pages, even his face changed: "I wrote it? When did the book come out? Why don't I know? "

How is that possible? How could it be the abandoned manuscript in her computer?

Before she finished, she began to write the script of the world, and the manuscript was put down. After she had a notebook, she copied it and planned to continue to write it in the future.

How can a waste manuscript become a book? Only a few hundred thousand words, even one third of the progress has not been completed, how can this be?

She was really shocked, even turned a few pages, if it was the one she wrote, thought it was just the same name.

Beiming Liancheng didn't speak, just looked at her coldly.

Wait for a name can oneself slowly recover from shock come over, he just way: "it is you send an email to me, send over a paragraph."

"No? When can I send you this manuscript? " I'm really confused. Although I did send him an email, I just discussed with him the choice of some stereotyped photos. When did she send this manuscript to him?

I scratched my head for a long time, but I still can't remember.

"I'll know when I go back to your email, but your pseudonym is too frustrating, Zhu. Didn't you think you would become a God one day?" The North hell connects the city to cold hum a way, a face disdain.

"I don't care." That is not to see a martial arts drama, see the dead ah Zhu, heart pity it, so when writing a novel, he gave himself a pen name of ah Zhu.

But How did it become a book? What's more, the uneasiness in captain lien's eyes What do you mean?