Billionaire's Secret Lover

Mingke hasn't recovered from the handsome appearance of Beiming night with a cigar in his mouth. People have been lifted up by him. He has a long leg. He doesn't know where to hook a chair and sit in front of the French window. She is directly placed on his leg.

She tried to get down from him, at least not to sit like this, but it was obvious that he didn't allow her to. A long arm fell to her waist, and the girl had no place to escape.

"I've been a little tired recently." He suddenly said, the voice is low and deep, still so magnetic, but it seems to be really covered with a little bit of fatigue: "rub my shoulders."

Name just slightly hesitated, then reached out and fell on his shoulder, gently rubbed up.

"Stronger." He leaned on the back of his chair, put his cigar on his lips with his fingertips, and took a sip: "haven't you just had afternoon tea?"

Mingke pursed his lips, resisted the impulse of rolling his eyes, and increased the strength of his ten fingers. He even deliberately used very heavy strength to crush him under his ten fingers.

However, when he leans on the back of the chair like this, her hands are not long enough. To rub his shoulders, she has to lean forward. If she wants to widen the distance from him, she can only try to arch her body. But the consequence of doing so is that she will soon be exhausted due to backache.

"I've done it all. Are you still afraid to lean together?" The night of the northern underworld cast a glance at her, and the corner of her lips stirred up a little smile: "if you don't take off your clothes, will you wait on me again?"

Mingke took a deep breath and finally listened to him. He let himself go and leaned against him and continued to pinch his shoulder.

Unfortunately, people don't seem to have the feeling of being pinched by her. They even think that she is not strong enough: "it seems that the afternoon tea in our company is too bad to feed you."

Mingke really wanted to slap his smiling face off, gritted his teeth and pinched it hard.

However, the result of doing so was that she frowned with pain.

This man's meat is so hard!

Finally, she gave up her revenge and just leaned in his arms and rubbed him: "that night, my husband also heard that Nangong lie didn't want to take over the film, so we..."

"Inviting Nangong lie to play should be one of the terms when we signed the agreement, right?" He took another puff of smoke, and his voice was still bland: "if you don't invite him, the plan of this film can be shelved."

Mingke took a cold breath and suddenly opened a pair of cloud eyes, gazing at his resolute face.

Since he wanted Nangong lie to play, what did he say that day, which made people refuse them on the spot?

If he doesn't talk, it might be.

Why does she suddenly feel that this guy is trying to embarrass her?

"Would I do something so boring?" Embarrassing her? Isn't it a little fanciful? If you really want to be embarrassed, why did you promise to give her such a big project?

Although 300 million is only a small amount, his money is not picked up in vain.

She pursed her lips and did not speak.

Boring. In her opinion, what he likes most is doing boring things.

"It seems that you have a lot of opinions about me." He took another puff of the smoke, but turned his head to spit it out again without choking her.

I have to say that he is really handsome. No matter what he does, he is so handsome. I hate him, but I can't. otherwise, he is more beautiful than everyone else. When smoking, the whole person has another kind of bewitching smell, which makes people almost unable to move their eyes when they see him carelessly.

But she finally looked away from his face, a moment of absence, has been enough to let her chagrin half dead.

This man, taking Mingshan's photo to coerce her, robbed her of her innocence, and asked her to let him fish endlessly. He can be regarded as her enemy. It's a shame for her to be absent-minded for him.

But in spite of the anger in her heart, her face is still gentle and submissive. At least, most people can't see the disdain and cold light in her eyes.

However, it was obvious that Beiming night was not an ordinary person. He just looked at the rebellious light in her eyes at random and caught it clearly.

Knowing that she hated himself in her heart, he not only didn't get angry, but also began to smile. The big palm that fell on her waist rubbed slightly and rubbed her delicate skin: "no matter what you think in your heart, as long as you are still so obedient, I won't treat you badly."

But she turned a faint smile: "I will listen to the white words."

Beiming night is more cheerful, obedient, horizontal and vertical, he does not care about her heart: "Nangong lie is still in Dongling, this time to Dongling should live for one and a half months, if you like, I can ask him to the imperial court to drink."

Mingke's heart trembled slightly, and his fingers on his shoulder relaxed unconsciously.

What does that mean? Destroy her hope and give her hope?

"I said I would not influence him as a friend." Today's Beiming night seems to be full of patience and willing to say so much to her: "but if our empire group wants to make a film, it's natural to use the best actors. If you don't invite him, I'll lose interest in this film.""What about the heroine, have you chosen the actor?" Mingke didn't respond to his words. Since he said so, she also understood the meaning. She tried to ask, "is it Yu Feifan?"

"Never thought about it." He really doesn't have high requirements for actresses, just a vase. The most important thing in this film is No.1 man, and No.1 woman is just a foil.

Mingke knew that he didn't mean to be perfunctory. He didn't think about it well just because he didn't think about it, probably because Nangong lie hadn't agreed to play, and he didn't want to waste time doing things that didn't know the consequences.

"In case, he really doesn't want to..."

"No cooperation." He can't afford to let Empire make a bad film.

Mingke felt uneasy and resentful. He probably knew what he was thinking, but Nangong lie was even colder than the legendary one. They had no chance to get close to him, let alone persuade him.

"In my arms, shouldn't I think too much about other people's affairs?" While she was meditating, his magnetic but frightening voice came over her head.

By the time Mingke recovered, he had already flicked his cigar onto the ashtray of his desk with a long finger. With his long arm raised, the curtains on both sides of the French window suddenly fell.

"Sir..." Name can this low shout just export, he has stood up, will she against between himself and French window.

"No! Don't be here She understood and felt the change of his body, but she couldn't react to it. She was talking well just now. Why did it suddenly become like this.

"Don't..." She put her hands on his chest, trying to stop him from getting closer.

"Do you forget that you don't have the right to say" no "around me?" His voice was a little hoarse. When I looked up at him, I didn't expect to see the bromine black color she was familiar with at the bottom of his eyes.

She's not here, she's not seen, she's not!

"Don't touch me, don't..."