Beloved of Bossy President

The man stood by the window, dressed in dark casual clothes. He was casual and lazy, but his indifferent figure attracted people's attention for the first time.

He put his big palm down on the windowsill, and his index finger was still tapping. It was obvious that in the process of waiting, he was addicted to smoking again, but he was still patient.

Seeing the girl enter the door, he turned to the direction of the door and looked at it casually, but his eyes were so deep and bewitched that he couldn't move his eyes.

When the girl went in, she couldn't help but be confused by his slender figure and distant eyes. However, she was confused. In a moment, in a twinkling, her cloud eyes became clear immediately, and she was sober.

"Asshole!"

Throw the notebook on the table, Mingke rushes over, swings his fist and beats the man standing by the window on his chest.

Beiming night just looked down at her and let her small fists with little strength toss on her body. Until she was tired and stopped, he hooked his lips and held her in his arms.

Mingke closed his eyes and finally hugged his strong and thin waist. He buried his head in his chest and couldn't stop a burst of excitement.

She was really scared. Although he was still standing in front of her, she just couldn't stop for a while.

Fighting, that's a life-threatening thing every minute. How can he just run away? Can't this kind of thing be handed over to the police?

"Haven't you finished yet?" Beiming night's big palm fell on her face, lifted her small face, and let her meet her own eyes: "all day, still angry?"

"When you do things, you never think that someone will be afraid of you all the time?"

Mingke's two simple sentences suddenly surged up in the heart of Beiming night. A trace of unspeakable tenderness lingered in his heart. A feeling of being concerned also made him regret a little.

He didn't think he was afraid of death, but after hearing her words, he was really afraid.

If he had an accident, what would his girl do?

He put his head in her neck socket and closed his eyes: "I'm sorry, later No matter what I do, I'll think about it first. There's a woman at home waiting for me to go back. "

Why do many men start to fear death after they have a home? Because I'm worried, right?

"Don't be angry."

In fact, the name is not angry, really not, she is just not afraid of the end.

Although Beiming night is in front of her now, how can she be at ease when he has experienced such dangerous things?

But what bothered her most was that she knew that even if she stopped him, he would still make the same decision in the future.

"Are the brothers on the base?" She asked, trying to calm herself.

The northern night nodded and did not intend to hide: "I was transferred from Dongling yesterday."

Ming didn't ask again, but he didn't understand: "isn't the captain of the company in charge of training them all the time? Why didn't you involve him in such a big thing last night? "

"What? Are you not happy that you are so dissatisfied with the boy that you don't want him to take risks Beiming night raised the bushy eyebrow and looked down at her with a little smile: "do you hate him so much? Didn't you say thank you the night before yesterday

"You know that's not what I mean?" Mingke glared at him. Although she knew that he was deliberately misunderstood, she was in a better mood when he said that.

Stuffy all day, even if the northern city deliberately let her busy even uncomfortable time, but, people always have leisure down, as long as a leisure, the heart will be uncomfortable.

Now, say two more words, tangled for a day's heart is finally relaxed.

Her relaxation was in the eyes of the northern night, which was the result he wanted.

"He has more important things to do." Let her go, he left the window, walked to the small table not far from the bed, and sat down at the table.

"He still has a mission?" She was a little surprised. The captain of the company was with her all day. What special things did she do?

As for what Zhan jiuxiao asked him to do, it shouldn't be a special task. Doesn't he have to spend a week here?

"Mission..." Beiming night's eyes are as good-looking as black Zhuoshi's. staring at Mingke's face, he smiles and suddenly reaches out his hand to pull her over and kisses him: "of course, I want to look at you. Didn't he take good care of you last night? If not, I'll teach him a lesson. "

Mingke is biting her lips. She can't tell what she's feeling at this moment. It turns out that the more important task than drinking together is to take care of her.

If the person who said it was not Beiming night, if it was someone else, she might suspect that it was just to make her happy.

However, he is the northern night, he is not the man who can tell lies to make women happy. If he says so, it must be true.It was so important for him to protect her and take care of her

"How's it going? Any other questions? " His big hand fell on her head and rubbed it gently.

Mingke blinked his eyes. If the thin lips, which are as delicate as rose petals, wriggled slightly, he bit his lips and shook his head: "no, how long have you been back? exhausted or not? Would you like a glass of water? "

"Do you know how to take care of me now?" The North night laughs helplessly, let go of the long arm that falls on her waist: "come should have half an hour, really thirsty."

Mingke immediately climbed down from his leg, went to the water fountain, poured him a cup of warm water, returned to him and handed it to him.

Beiming night took it over, almost finished drinking it in one breath, and said: "another cup."

After drinking three glasses at a time, he was satisfied. He folded his legs and looked at Mingke standing not far away. What luster was under his eyes: "I heard that you drank wine last night. Why didn't I know you still had this hobby? Drink before bed? "

It's a bit embarrassing to be famous. Naturally, it's because she said it carelessly when she talked to him on the phone in the morning.

She vomited a breath and said: "it's not because that guy is afraid that I can't sleep alone at night, that he deliberately brought wine to me to fight?"

Beiming night eyes floating, smile.

It's not surprising that even Cheng doesn't know how to take care of a girl at all and will use this way to make her sleep at ease.

"How was your day? Are you used to living here? " He leaned back in his chair and stared at her, looking lazy.

"I'm not used to it." Is really not used to, not because here is not good, not because they are too picky, just because there is no him.