Beloved of Bossy President

At lunch time, Mingke talked with the maids and brought out the meal.

Beiming night and Beiming even city rectification meal are just eating in silence, not even say a word.

After dinner, I made a pot of tea for them. Mingke looked at Beiming night and said, "I'm going out in the afternoon. A network broadcasting company asked me to record a program for them. The draft has been decided. It should be finished in two days."

Beiming night did not speak, put the cup up, to the lips.

Mingke knows that he doesn't like to show himself outside. Maybe it's male chauvinism, and he doesn't think it's necessary.

Although he said that she would support herself for a lifetime, she didn't want to become a parasite of society. She had to be self reliant and couldn't rely on men for everything.

"Night, it doesn't take a lot of time, just to record, also don't need to face too many people." She tried to persuade again.

"Are you afraid to face other people?" Beiming night picked eyebrows and looked at her.

"I'm afraid you won't be happy." Mingke met his eyes, with a sincere face: "you always feel that women should nestle in men's arms, do nothing, just need to serve their men well."

Beiming Liancheng glanced at them, then continued to read the magazine and ignored them.

The northern night's eyes flickered slightly, holding the long finger of the cup gently stroked the edge of the cup: "isn't it? Just tell Meng Qi what you want. I should not be unable to meet your needs. "

"But I also want to have my own career and my own life." It's not the old society. It's not the age when women are not able to get out.

Of course, these words can only be murmured from the bottom of her heart. She doesn't have the courage to say it in front of the president of Beiming.

Beiming night did not speak, still took a cup to taste two.

Mingke also said: "instead, I try to choose the simple one. I won't waste a lot of time, OK?"

"Haven't you been working part-time in beimingxun all the time?" He put down his glass, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and dropped his long finger on his forehead.

Mingke immediately stood up and stopped behind him. He rubbed his hands on his temple and said, "in fact, Minister Beiming doesn't need me to do anything at all. I told him not to pay me any more. I won't be paid for any work."

"Well." He answered faintly without even raising his eyelids.

It's not a pity that other men don't want what they give her. Although the money is also from the imperial group, which is his, he is not very happy with it through other people's hands.

Her black card hasn't been changed until now. The money earned from outside is money, isn't he?

Mingke naturally knows what he is thinking. She knows her man's masculine temperament very well, but she also knows that if we don't make it clear to him today, it will be difficult to change in our life once we form a habit in the future.

She's still in school now, and she doesn't have too much dedication to work. But one day she will graduate. Do you want her to stay in the imperial garden all the time after graduation? She didn't want to live like this.

"Night." Adding to the strength of her fingers, she called again: "let me do something by myself. Anyway, you have to go to work. If you all go to work, it will be boring to leave me here alone."

"Can't you record it at home?" He asked faintly.

"It could have been, but in this issue, they wanted several hosts to record live together, so..."

The northern night waved his hand, pursed his lips and said, "if you want to record it, you'd better finish it in three days."

Mingke was relieved at last. However, hearing what he said, she couldn't help frowning: "what are you going to do in three days?"

"Back to Oriental International." He said calmly.

Mingke's heart was clattered. I don't know why. When it comes to the four words "Oriental International", my heart is always a little uneasy.

But she always wanted to go back. Longjing was her grandfather, and beimingxiong was her grandfather. She didn't know how much she had offended them. Maybe they still didn't like her this time. Nevertheless, she still wanted to go back and have a look. At least she could see with her own eyes whether they were well.

There is also long Wan'er. No one told her the news of long Wan'er, but she couldn't find it on the Internet. Zhan jiuxiao closed all the information, and outsiders didn't know what the situation was.

I wanted to ask Beiming night many times, but I didn't have the courage. I said that I would stay with him after I finished, and I would not think about those things or her own identity any more. She was afraid that if she asked, he would not be happy.

Now I hear him talk about going back to Oriental International

She took a deep breath and said tentatively, "before, you didn't mean after Won't you let me go to that place in the future? "

"Can you resist it?" Beiming night opened his eyes, and finally had no choice but to smile: "even if I don't let you go this time, I'm afraid you will sneak away."

Mingke opened his eyes and looked down at his straight nose: "why?"He took another sip of the cup and said slowly, "long Wan'er is awake."

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Long Wan'er wakes up. A piece of news makes Mingke go through three days of sleeplessness and anticipation. After three days, she finally appears at the downstairs of the hospital.

In an intensive care unit on the 28th floor, her aunt, who has been in a coma for more than a month, is being examined by the doctor every day.

Looking at a little cold building, the name can not be said to be excited.

More than a month ago, she left here with a heavy heart. She was suspicious, uneasy, and even a little desperate. She thought that in a short time, Beiming night would not allow her to come to Dongfang International. But she didn't want to. It was just more than a month. She had set foot on this land.

After they got off the plane, they went straight here, not even to Beiming's home.

Mingke is too anxious to see what longwan'er looks like and see if she is still well.

However, on the 18th floor, the prince's people were guarding all the time. The east half floor was full of Prince's people, and dozens of wards were empty. Except for his own people and the doctors and special nurses in the hospital, Zhan jiuxiao did not allow anyone else to come near.

So even if Mingke came, he stood downstairs for a long time, until he reached the 18th floor. He still could only stand on the corridor, looking at the half floor in the East, and did not dare to go over half a step.

She knew that if it wasn't for Beiming night, Zhan jiuxiao would not be willing to answer other people's phone calls.

Beiming night hung up the phone and waited patiently with her in the corridor. Such good patience is really rare.

She knew that if it was not for her, he would not have wronged himself like this.