Beloved of Bossy President

Beiming Liancheng strode all the way, and finally caught up with him before boarding the helicopter on Beiming night.

Seeing that he came after him, the northern night didn't seem to have too many unexpected expressions, only asked faintly: "she advised you to come?"

Seeing that he nodded, the northern night said nothing more and stepped straight up.

Beiming even strode up the city. He didn't have to stay here to wait. At this moment, he was very relieved.

He is really afraid of being left behind. After training with his brothers on the island for so many years, how can he hide behind the scenes and watch his brothers risk?

The helicopter rises slowly in the backyard square of Beiming home. After cursing for a while, the helicopter puts on his robe and walks out of the balcony immediately.

When you see the helicopter rising to the mid air and slowly heading for Dongling, the light at the moment is dim.

In fact, she was really worried. She just knew that she could not hinder their actions.

God bless, there must be no accident in the base, they must come back safely.

We must be safe.

Mingke has been staying in Beiming's house for the past two days, occasionally going downstairs, most of the time staying in the room, writing her novels.

In the past two days, she seldom saw beimingxiong. Basically, she met at the dining table. Because she was so clever that beimingxiong couldn't find anything wrong with her, beimingxiong didn't embarrass her these two days.

To tell you the truth, more and more I feel that she looks like his Yueer. From the beginning, he resisted this point, to the end, he seemed willing to accept it. Even, occasionally, he looked at her and enjoyed it.

Like today, beimingxiong inexplicably asked her to put on a plain white dress, and also asked her to walk in the jasmine forest. He said that he had bought a new camera and wanted someone to test the lens for him.

There is no doubt about her fame. Besides, she is always generous and obedient to the old people, so after putting on that dress, people shuttle in the jasmine forest.

At this time, the flowering season of jasmine had already passed, and there were only a few branches and leaves left on the branches. However, what was rare was the plain white figure in the forest. Even without the foil of flowers, it was as beautiful as a fairy.

Clean, white, elegant, quiet, indifferent Beimingxiong can't find any more words to describe her beauty. He only knows that the skirt he has treasured for 20 years fits her perfectly, just like a tailor-made one.

Looking at her figure shuttling through the forest, his chest became sour and even bitter. Even the camera forgot to play with it, and he just looked at her.

Dongfang Yu Jianming, who was still on the side, began to be a little confused, and then reminded him: "master, don't you want to try the camera? Miss coco has finished walking this path.

Beiming male a listen, immediately back to God, the eyes of the confusion flash away, looking at the name can, immediately and deliberately Shen Shen face: "little girl, go again to see."

"Oh." There is no objection to the name. It doesn't matter how many times you walk. It's just walking.

She turned back and slowly returned to the farthest part of the path.

Looking at her slender and elegant figure, beimingxiong began to be confused again.

It's too much, really much, especially the recent period of contact, let him gradually began to relieve Qi. This girl is gentle and kind. She doesn't have the affectation he thought, and doesn't have much flattery. She is not the same kind of person as he imagined.

Even, he often thinks that she is very simple and real

How similar is all this to his moon?

"Why, you say?" He can't help boring tunnel, why compared to long Shanshan, in front of this girl more like his moon?

Dongfang can actually understand his meaning, but he is not a gentleman after all. He is not qualified to speak out, but he can only choose a more neutral way of saying: "Miss coco is actually a very gentle and gentle girl, who love to be more than most girls I have seen."

He noticed beimingxiong's expression. He didn't see any unhappy feelings in his eyes. Then he said in a soft voice: "Miss Yue was so gentle, kind and understanding in those years."

Beiming ambition head was pulled pain, don't speak, silent, fiddle with his camera.

Dongfang Yuqian breathed a sigh. He had hoped to make Mingke and the old man get on well, but it's not sure that because of Mingke, several young masters and the old man can get on well.

However, Miss Yue is still the most piercing pain in the old man's heart. Up to now, it has been more than 20 years, and he still can't get out of the pain.

Therefore, he can only stop talking about it.

Mingke had already come to the end of the path, and he came all the way according to the requirements of beimingxiong. Beimingxiong really began to take photos for her, but he asked for more and more, and he was more and more critical.

In the end, Mingke walked the path more than 20 times, and he was a little satisfied. She was not allowed to see the photos, and his attitude was very bad.

Mingke had no choice but to walk to death. Even if she served the old man well, she would be satisfied. As for the photos, she would not look at them if she didn't show them. It was the same when she looked back at herself in the mirror.But this dress

When she came to beimingxiong, she played with her skirt and raised her lips slightly: "it's really beautiful. It's retro. It's not cold in winter, but also elegant."

Although the design is a little plain, it is simple and elegant.

She looked at beimingxiong with a smile, and her eyes flashed with a ray of hope: "Sir, this skirt has been worn by me anyway. As the price of being a model, can you give it to me?"

Dongfang Yu was startled by her request, and was about to stop her. Unexpectedly, Beiming Xiong, who was still looking at the photos, said faintly: "it's just rare to have a skirt. It's really poor. If you like it, you can take it. Don't say I'm stingy. I don't even get paid."

"Thank you." Mingkecai, no matter whether his words are ironic or not, wears a skirt and runs happily in the yard: "I'm going to play in the backyard. If you have something, please ask Uncle Dongfang to come to me."

Beimingxiong snorted. It was a response, but after she went away, he was staring at her back.

"Master, that skirt..." Dongfang Yu is still a little uneasy. Now the old man has not recovered, so he agrees. What should he do if he repents?

It was Miss Yue's favorite skirt in those years. The material was very strange. It was said that it was made of deep-sea plant fibers.

Over the years, the master has been cherishing it. Even the work of keeping it is done by himself, and the servant doesn't touch it.

now, I actually promised Miss cocoa to her.

Now Mingke has run away in his skirt. It's a fact. Even if the old man now repents, it's too late.

But it seems that he has no intention of going back on his words.

Dongfang Yu was a little puzzled. What was the master thinking?