Beloved of Bossy President

Beiming Liancheng came back in the early morning of new year's day. When he came back, Mingke had a good breakfast. He walked in the yard and planned to go back to his room to do things.

Today was originally a public holiday, but there seemed to be something important in the Empire group. Just after breakfast, Beiming night was called back to the company, and even Yitang followed him out.

Only Mingke was left in the yard except the gardener. He was about to return to the main house when he heard the sound of the car coming back outside the gate.

When the car came into the garage, I looked up and saw a tall figure coming out of the garage. Not long after, I was walking on the road in the front yard.

Although the distance is a little far, Mingke can still see his fatigue in the shortest time, as well as the more depressed atmosphere.

After a business trip, everyone was so tired when they came back. Mingke was really curious about what they had done outside, but he didn't feel qualified to ask.

When Beiming Liancheng came to her, she pulled aside a little bit of light smile and asked in a shallow voice, "have you had breakfast yet?"

Youshen shakes her head and looks at Beiming city.

Mingke didn't want to study what was hidden in her eyes. She let the servant prepare breakfast. She also accompanied Beiming Liancheng to the side hall to have breakfast.

Beiming Liancheng is a little hungry, which makes her feel inexplicable and uncomfortable. What did he and Beiming night do during this time? Didn't you even have a good meal?

When Beiming Liancheng had breakfast, she went upstairs with him and entered the room, then she took the initiative to pack his luggage.

Beiming Liancheng took his nightgown and went into the bathroom. When he came out, his luggage had been basically put away, and even his notebook name had been put back on his desk.

Looking at her busy figure, at that moment, some warm breath of Beiming Liancheng's eyes flowed slowly, but it was just a moment. In a twinkling of an eye, those eyes recovered their usual indifference.

Mingke put his box back in the closet, looked back at him and said, "you can sleep for a while. I'll go back to my room to do something. If you have something to do, please come to me."

Although there were servants in the imperial court, she always had a strange feeling in her heart, as if it was natural to take care of him

When he was going out, he suddenly asked, "did the boss say anything to you?"

Mingke stopped and looked back at him. She was confused for less than half a second. She laughed, shook her head and said, "No

Then he walked out of the room and closed the door for him.

Looking at the closed door, Beiming Liancheng was still a little dull. He didn't follow his mind and couldn't see through all this.

I don't know how long it took to stand there staring at the door before I was frightened by a phone call.

A call from the northern night.

He connected the phone and asked faintly, "what's the matter?"

"Make something for me." The voice of Beiming night came from the end of the phone.

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Before long, Beiming Liancheng cut off the phone, looked at the time, set the alarm clock to get up at 12 o'clock, and poured himself into bed.

It's not difficult to do that. It will be done well by tonight.

Now his eyelids are too heavy to lift, and he doesn't know where his spirit comes from. He just stared at the door for so long. Looking back at the time, he found that he had been staring at it for at least 20 minutes.

When he put his mobile phone on the bedside table, he lay on the bed and fell asleep in less than two minutes.

At 12:00 noon, the alarm clock of Beiming Liancheng just started to ring. He didn't open his eyes. He was about to put out the alarm clock. The sound of knocking on the door came in. Mingke called him to have lunch.

Today's lunch had an extra soup. Originally, Beiming Liancheng didn't care. Later, it was said that it was Mingke stew. He drank most of the soup.

Lunch only took half an hour. Half an hour later, he rushed upstairs.

Mingke didn't ask him what he was going to do. During this period, no matter who he was facing, he felt that it was inexplicably complicated. It was obvious that everyone was so close to each other and lived under the same roof, but he always felt as if they were thousands of miles apart.

She didn't know what else she could do here except to do her part.

On that day, when Beiming night came back, it was already midnight. When he came back, he was still with a lot of people behind him. They were still his friends. They should be said to be fair friends, because they had an appointment to eat and drink for new year's day.

The servants still surround the stove on the rooftop. In winter, it's not cold to sit down and surround the stove.

Compared with the past few days, the northern night seems to be a little more relaxed. Red wine is one cup after another, but I didn't notice it at the beginning. After all, it feels so elegant when he drinks. It doesn't mean to smoke wine at all.

But when she reacted, she found that the man around her had drunk at least a dozen bottles, and even his eyes were covered with a bit of drunkenness.No Yu Feifan, no Beiming Daidai, a few men, plus Mingke a girl, the atmosphere is OK.

We eat, drink and talk about our plans in a few years' time. We don't mind that Mingke is around us. We actually share these business secrets directly.

Even after drinking a few glasses of wine, the thin lips of Beiming Liancheng were finally willing to let go, and occasionally said a few words to everyone. Although it was not much, it was much better than the lifelessness of the whole day.

Seeing that the northern night brought up the cup again, Mingke could not help holding his big hand and said in a soft voice, "you have drunk a lot tonight. Don't drink any more."

"It doesn't matter. Your man is a good drinker. He won't get drunk again." Long arm falls in her waist, embrace her in the bosom, he and the Mu Son Jin of opposite raised a cup, continued to pour again.

In this way, still occasionally clink glasses, occasionally say something, eat something, at about 12 o'clock in the evening, the eyes of Beiming night, which are brighter than black Zhuoshi, are finally covered with strong wine.

He really drank too much, although the degree of red wine is not high, but nearly 20 bottles, no matter how much wine people can carry.

The last time Mingke helped him to the bathroom, he couldn't even walk steadily. After a few steps, he almost fell to the ground with her.

Mingke waited on him to go to the toilet. When she came back, she looked up at Beiming Liancheng sitting by the stove and said anxiously, "I think he's really drunk. Please help him back to rest."

other people seem to drink almost the same. Only the missing soup has not clink glasses. At this time, the people are still sober. He stands up and says, "then I'll send them back first, Miss coco, and the gentleman will give it to you."