Beloved of Bossy President

Mingke didn't ask any more questions. After a while on the deck, he turned around and went into the kitchen. When he entered the cabin, he specially warned Beiming night that he was not allowed to follow him.

She was relieved to see that he meant to follow her, and strode to the kitchen.

After nearly two hours of cooking, the porridge had been cooked. When it was sent to Beiming Liancheng, Beiming Liancheng was still lying on the bed, but this time he was very good. The quilt that Mingke built for him when he left would still cover him.

His face was not as red as before, but his forehead was full of sweat. Mingke twisted a towel from the bathroom and wiped his face, neck and forehead.

Beiming Liancheng was still quietly looking at her. With her permission, he finally overturned the quilt and got up from the bed.

As soon as I saw him, the shirt inside was already wet. Mingke put porridge in front of him. He turned to the wardrobe and found a suit of clothes to put on the bed. Looking at him, he said, "eat porridge first, and then change clothes before going to bed."

Beiming Liancheng doesn't speak. Under her command, he drinks two bowls of porridge at one go. Then he takes his clothes and goes into the bathroom. But after changing his clothes, he doesn't sleep any more. Instead, he puts on his sweater and walks out the door.

Mingke chased after her all the way and reminded her, "you still have to sleep. You're not well."

"It's done." Beiming didn't even look back at the city. It was obvious that he didn't want to be close to them any more.

Sweating all over, the bed is sticky, and sleeping a little longer is as painful as killing him. If this woman had not said that she wanted him to sleep until she came back, he would not have got up now.

Mingke didn't know what she said, so she let him sleep on the bed for nearly two hours. Seeing that he walked to the deck like this, she couldn't stop him. She had to go back to the cabin to get him a coat, and ran after him in a hurry.

When they came out of the cabin, Beiming Liancheng and Beiming night were standing side by side at the railings, looking at the island in front of them.

Mingke ran after him and threw his coat over Beiming Liancheng: "it's windy outside. If you don't want to stay in the room, put on your coat."

Beiming Liancheng is a little hesitant. His thick eyebrows are twisted together slightly. He doesn't feel cold when he wears a sweater. If he wears another coat, it becomes cumbersome.

But see her eyes firm, it seems that if they do not wear, she would never give up.

After hesitation, he finally spread out his arms and put on his coat. As soon as he finished, he strode to the ladder.

Mingke wants to catch up with her, but her man is still on the boat. She can only stop and return to Beiming night.

This guy is very stingy. He is always jealous. Now that Beiming Liancheng is so much better, she doesn't have to worry about it.

Fortunately, there was no displeasure in the northern night. When Gillian got off the boat, he could go down from the boat ladder with Mingke in his arms.

Next, Beiming Daidai and Yu Feifan have packed up the fish they caught in the afternoon and put them aside. Mu Yi and Hu Tu have prepared a charcoal stove to bake at night.

But at a quarter past four, there were still a few hours left to do nothing. Mingke took a bucket and Gillian picked up edible shellfish nearby.

Seeing some protruding rocks not far away, there seemed to be a lot of oysters on them. They were very happy. They went back to the yacht and rushed to the other end with a small shovel to dig oysters.

The sea is still calm. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

Seeing that his woman is having a good time, Beiming night doesn't disturb her, suggesting that after Beiming takes good care of the city, he and Mu Zijin go into the forest with Mu Yi.

When Mingke and Ajiao come back, they haven't come back yet. They can't see him. They feel a little uneasy.

Seeing that Beiming Liancheng had been sitting on the beach, it seemed that he had never left. Mingke walked over and couldn't help asking, "where's your boss?"

"I'm going to find my way." Beiming didn't even lift his head. He still had a twig and didn't know what to draw on the sand.

Oysters have been given to Gillian to deal with, the name can be nothing, and sat down with him.

Seeing that he was still painting with a branch, she couldn't help coming up and asked curiously, "what are you painting?"

She didn't want to just get close to it, but Beiming Liancheng suddenly raised her foot and wiped away all the things he had just painted.

Mingke frowned and couldn't help rolling his eyes: "just have a look? What's so mean? You're not painting your sweetheart, are you? By the way, is your sweetheart a man or a woman? "

Beiming Liancheng tightly pursed his thin lips and told himself not to pay attention to the little rascal. He was very clever in front of the boss. He was just like a rascal in front of other people. If he paid attention to her, he would lower his IQ.

"What's your face?" Mingke also frowned and pointed to his face which was still scarlet: "are you kidding? What's your face for me? "

Beiming Liancheng still ignored her.Mingke is not interested because she is more or less anxious to wait for Beiming night to come back. If she is not allowed to do something, she can't help worrying.

But Beiming Liancheng ignored her, so she didn't hinder him.

He got up from the sand and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, Beiming Liancheng, who was still sitting there, suddenly held out a big palm, buttoned her wrist and gently pulled: "accompany me to see the scenery, don't run around."

Name can droop Mou to look at him, the eyebrow can't help wrinkling again: "that you ignore a person."

"Sit down and don't ignore you." Let go of her wrist, he picked up the branch again and painted on the sand at will, but the things he drew had no shape at all, which was purely abstract.

Mingke hesitated and finally sat down beside him. Although his face was better, there was still a little scarlet color on his face from time to time.

She couldn't help reaching out to his forehead: "is it really good?"

"All right." Beiming Liancheng side head dodged her hand, light way: "don't touch a man, some people you can't touch."

But Ming didn't think so. He took his hand back and hummed: "what's the difference between touching you and touching a child? If a man is not a man, he will be a big child at most. "

Ignoring the man's instant black face, she looked at the beach in front of her. Suddenly, her eyebrows brightened, she stood up and ran.

Beiming Liancheng just quietly looked at her and saw that she ran to the beach in front of her and picked up something, carefully patting down the sand.

The face was shining in the sun, so crystal clear that people were reluctant to look away.

Have you ever seen a child who is so fierce in her dreams?

He can't help but sink his face again. How can he always think of that dream? People really like enchanted, ideas have become puzzling up.

But seeing that she walked back slowly with a satisfied smile on her face, his eyes softened and he said in a soft voice, "what did you pick up? Show me. "