Billionaire's Secret Lover

She didn't have that uncertain face, which made Mingke feel more uneasy. She tried to calm down her disordered mind. After a while, she said: "anyway, I did it. He wanted to revenge. Although he wanted to revenge on me, it had nothing to do with Xiao Xiang."

"You are very protective of your friends." He snorted coldly. His gloomy face could not tell whether he was happy or angry.

With such a fragile body, I have no strength to bind a chicken. I want to stand out for others just because of this ability. It's just beyond my ability.

Mingke really has no way to hide something in front of him. This man, with a pair of fierce eyes, seems to be able to see everything clearly. In front of him, hiding is undoubtedly a suicide.

She went over, pulled on the corner of his clothes, raised her eyes, blinked and looked at him quietly and innocently.

Beiming night heart suddenly a shake, a see this double eye eye, the body unexpectedly has some dry hot up, with such eyes looking at him, what meaning?

"In fact, when I beat her, I was afraid at the bottom of my heart." She bit her lip and whispered.

"How dare you beat her?" Is fear true or false? If you are really afraid, how can you do such a thing?

"I'm really afraid." She pulled the corner of his coat again and gazed at his eyes, just gambling on his determination to live and die with him today: "but I know you won't let them touch me."

Beiming night fingertip a tight, holding the long finger of the bottle is a bit inexplicably hard, a word, let his heart of depression instantly disappeared most of the time, but the heart and a bit of subconscious tension.

What was the woman saying? Did she really believe him, or was she just talking to him?

These days, he was made very uncomfortable by her. He couldn't eat and sleep well. He was like walking with a corpse.

How long ago did he lose his soul for a woman? He who has lost his soul has no calmness and calmness of the past.

Just for a little woman!

I don't know which one of his muscles made a mistake. It would be like this.

But she now a word, and let him these days of grievance suddenly less than half, he just don't know, she really think so, or in coax him happy?

"I know you're really good to me." It's hard for her to fight with the child. She really doesn't want to fight with him If he doesn't like it, she will go to kill him after two days when the weather is calm outside.

The appearance of the child was an accident. She didn't want to make two people like enemies because of such an accident.

Although determined to let him disappear, my heart will be very sad, but he really came at a bad time, just a student, she is not qualified to want him.

He gently pulled the corner of Beiming night's clothes, and Mingke Wenyan said: "I know I'm causing you trouble, but I really hate her. She tried to deal with me three times and four times, and today she wants to fight Xiao Xiang..."

Seeing that there was no expression on his face, she was silent for a moment, then continued: "Xiao Xiang is my best friend, she can do anything for me, and I can't watch her being bullied."

"It means you don't want to die for her?" Two thick eyebrows slightly twisted up, I don't know why my heart is a little sour, and I hate Xiao Xiang all of a sudden.

Just a friend. Is it necessary for her to give her heart to others?

What about him? He is her closest man, sleeping with her every night, if he had an accident, would she be so nervous? Will you do anything for him?

In the heart is very bad, even he also began to despise himself, he actually eat her friend's vinegar.

They're just two little kids who don't understand. It's beneath their dignity to eat all this vinegar.

With a positive face, he took up the wine bottle and poured a glass of red wine for himself. By drinking, he covered up his jealousy.

For her to eat other people's vinegar, this, he is not willing to admit, he is just not happy to belong to their own women care about other people!

"It's late. Take a bath and go to bed." After drinking the whole glass of red wine, he put down the glass, put his long arm around Mingke's waist, hugged her and was about to go to the bathroom.

Mingke gave a low cry and nudged him: "you wash first, I'll wait..."

"Together." There is no doubt that the iron arm still holds her, does not give her any chance to resist, forced her into the bathroom.

He closed the bathroom door.

In fact, Mingke is a little uneasy. He thinks he wants to do something to her. But this time, he just takes a bath with her. He really takes a bath and even takes the initiative to serve her.

That pair of big palms with bath ball carefully, little by little wiped her body, gentle action can't tell what it's like in her heart, always feel so gentle he let her not adapt, also don't know when he will sink face, and will crazy toss her.

After more than 20 minutes of trembling, they finally cleaned up. Beiming night took a bath towel to help Mingke dry her body, and directly picked her up and went to the door.Mingke was still a little flustered. She grabbed her little hand and didn't even have the courage to look up at him. Suddenly, she was so gentle that it was really hard for her to adapt.

Beiming night took her to the bedside and put her down, reaching out to pull her bath towel away.

Mingke pulled the towel tightly, raised his head to meet his star eyes, and said in a soft voice: "I Do it yourself. "

Then he got up from the bed to look for his nightgown.

But he gently pressed her back, still insisted on taking her bath towel, but the action is so gentle, but never seen, as if for fear of hurting her.

Taking out the bath towel, she was not allowed to cover her body with a quilt. He took up the bath towel and wiped her hair. Then he turned and walked to the bathroom.

Hearing the movement behind him, he didn't even look back, but said calmly, "if you wrap your body when you come back, I'll tear up the quilt."

Mingke shakes her hand and slides the quilt from her fingers. She looks at the back he shows in front of her without reservation. The strong muscles on that back dazzle her a little, but more shameless.

He himself in front of her bald to sway even if, but also forced her to be as shameless as he, this end of the day, how can there be such a shameless man?

However, she had no doubt about his words. When she came back to see her wrapped in a quilt, he would tear up the quilt. After tearing up the quilt, the next step would be to tear her.

She knew that what he said would be done.

In my heart, I felt uneasy. Soon I saw him come out of the bathroom with a blower and even a wooden comb in his hand.

When he came to the bedside, he looked at her condescensively, and his words were kind of gentle: "come here, I'll blow your hair."