I Really Like That Guy!

Ning Xuan walked into the company, got on the elevator, returned to the president's office, and sat down behind the desk. During the whole process, his eyelids were drooping, his face was expressionless, and he looked tired.

An assistant greeted him, and he nodded to them as usual, and no one noticed any difference.

Taking the documents piled up on the side, he started to work.

However, he didn't see the document for two minutes before he closed his eyes, lay down on the table, and fell asleep completely.

After a while, Ning Xuan opened his eyes, his black eyes were clear and sharp. He slowly straightened up, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes turned around the room, and deep doubts appeared in his eyes.

He vaguely remembered that he should have gone out, why is he still in the office?

Ning Xuan picked up the mobile phone beside him and realized that nearly two hours had passed. Could it be that he has been sleeping for so long?

He was in shock, but what Ning Xuan was most concerned about at the moment was the video call he received in the morning.

Was it real, or was he just a dream?

Thinking of this, he clicked on WeChat to find the chat records of the two, and soon a sign of an ended video call came into view.

The man's thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, and his fingers holding the phone were so hard that his fingernails became bloodless.

Turn on the computer, click on the hidden positioning device, and soon he sees the location of the red dot on the map, showing that it is at home.

Said to go out with friends to play, but now at home.

Did she not go out, or did she bring people home?

The man's eyebrows condensed with a layer of frost, and he silently pulled the corners of his lips, drawing a cold arc without a trace of warmth.

A Luo was looking for something in the study. She looked up and down for a long time, and finally found the big box hidden in the corner.

After struggling to move the box out, Arlo just sat on the floor and looked through the contents one by one.

In this box, are all her memories over the years. There are diaries written when she was a child, photo albums full of photos, memoirs written by classmates when she was in school, and more small stories written by her imagination when she was a teenager.

Time condenses in these books and papers, stuffing a whole box.

Arlo sorted them all out and finally picked up the thick album.

The album was huge, and Arlo sat down cross-legged and spread it out in front of him.

Turning the first page, an old, yellowed photo came into view. In the center of the photo were two children, a man and a woman, five or six years old, standing on the lawn.

The little girl was wearing a small flower dress, holding the kite string in her hand, looking up at the colorful butterfly kite flying in the sky, with a bright smile on her delicate little face.

Not far away, a little boy slightly taller than her in plain clothes stood behind her and looked at her enviously.

This photo looks ordinary, nothing special, and the reason why it is on the first page is that it records the first meeting of two people.

That day, six-year-old Ning Xuan came to Ding's house for the first time holding his father's hand and saw Ding Luoran, a little girl flying a kite on the lawn.

Over the years, the two grew up together and eventually became husband and wife.

Looking at it again this time, Arlo noticed something different at a glance.

There is light in the eyes of the little boy in the photo, and the light is full of longing and envy, like a newborn sunrise, full of vitality.

A Luo scrolled down one by one, and she saw the two children grow up. As time passed, the little boy's vivid expression gradually subsided.

He became more and more silent, more and more icy cold, those eyes that were full of light slowly extinguished all the light, and became dark and dead like an eternal night.

Just as Arlo was fascinated, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the living room.

The steady footsteps were slow and slow, gradually approaching. A Luo recognized almost immediately that it was the sound of Ning Xuan walking. When he was walking, even his steps were measured by a ruler, and the regularity was almost rigid.

The study door was not closed, A Luo turned his head to look, and saw a man striding into the door, his face was as deep as water, his eyes were as cold as ice, and a pair of eyes fell directly on her.

A Luo subconsciously said: "Why are you back at this time?"

Hearing this, Ning Xuan sneered: "Is it disturbing you when you come back at this time?"

Arlo: "???"

Ning Xuan approached her a few steps, his eyes swept across the room, and finally landed on A Luo's face, or more precisely, her neck.

He leaned over and raised his hand, his slender fingers grabbed Arlo's tightly buttoned neckline, and then with more force, the tightly buttoned shirt was completely torn apart, and the small white button fell under this force. The grains clattered on the floor.

A Luo was caught off guard, and was dumbfounded for a while before he could react, and covered his chest: "Ning Xuan, what are you doing!"

She shouted confidently and panicked.

Looking at the man with red eyes in front of him again, Arlo panicked even more.

"Heh, when you said you wanted to go out to play, this is what you mean?"

The man raised his hand, and the white fingertips landed on Arlo's collarbone. His fingers were cold, and when he touched her skin, Arlo couldn't help shivering.

One is being cold, and the other is being scared.

The man's eyes were red, and there were faint bloodshots on the bottom of his eyes. His expression was frozen like ice. Under the dark and thick long eyelashes, the bottomless eyes showed a cold light, and there was a danger of wind and rain in his expression.

Cold white fingers caressed her neck gently, but A Luo had the illusion of being stared at by a poisonous snake, as if the next moment he would tighten his phalanx and strangle her slender neck.

"Don't lie to me again, who is the man you've been with during this time?" His voice was hoarse, his tone was harsh, and his face was betrayed and angered.

What's going on, she didn't do anything, why did she seem to be greening him?

A Luo cautiously said, "I haven't been out these days. You know, you are the only man with me."

Ning Xuan sneered again, A Luo rarely heard him laugh, but now he heard that his laugh was more terrifying than not laughing.

In fact, the sub-personality also often laughs. His laughter is always low and deep, full of jokes, and it sounds extraordinarily voluptuous and sexy.

In Ning Xuan's laughter, there was only bright ridicule and endless depression and indifference.

His eyes were dark, staring at her, obviously not believing at all.

A Luo met his eyes, widened his eyes hard, and said with great sincerity, "Brother Ning Xuan, you have to believe me, I have really seen you, no one else, really!"

Ning Xuan's black eyes narrowed, his thin lips opened slightly, and the cold breath sprayed down, and he said slowly: "I still don't admit it? You want me to check it myself. Where did that man touch you?"

A Luo suddenly widened his eyes, seeing the man's eyes slide down, and he seemed to have a tendency to strip her on the spot.

She couldn't take it any longer, she pulled the shirt with the button of the collapsed button on her, and hugged herself tightly, and said in a hurry, "Don't, don't, I'll tell you, Brother Ning Xuan!!"

His fingers still hadn't moved from her neck. The fingertips with no temperature were like snakes' kisses, slowly moving on the dotted red marks, and his voice was hoarse: "Speak."

A Luo originally planned to slowly reveal the dual personality to him, but if she doesn't talk about it now, she feels that she is likely to be cold, so she hurriedly shared her findings in the past few days.

After listening to her words, Ning Xuan was silent for a long time, and did not speak for a long time.

After a long time, he said coldly: "Very good, Ding Luoran, your wings are hard now, it's really hard for you to come up with such a trick to deceive me."

Arlo: "???"

Ning Xuan is an incomparably strong person. Under normal circumstances, as long as it is what he believes, no one can change his mind.

Since he didn't find out about the dual personality that A Luo said, he naturally wouldn't believe it at all.

What's more, most of his sanity has been burned, and he can't maintain his former sobriety. Hearing this illusory reason, Ning Xuan only felt that A Luo was still trying his best to deceive him, just in order not to confess that wild man, the jealousy in his heart burned even more vigorously.

He reached out his hand expressionlessly, picked up the woman sitting on the ground, carried it on his shoulders and walked out of the study.

Arlo was lying on his shoulder, full of tears and laughter, not knowing what kind of expression to show for a while.

If she can access the Internet at this moment, she must publish a post on the Internet, her name is: My husband has a double personality, and now I suspect that I am cheating on a wild man.

A Luo is not afraid, she just had a flash of inspiration and thought of what the doctor said to her.

Isn't it a perfect time for Brother Ning Xuan to admit his feelings for her?

"Brother Ning Xuan, why are you so angry? Didn't we sign an agreement? You can't interfere with my private life." A Luo rolled his eyes and said softly.

The man's footsteps stopped, and he seemed to take a few deep breaths. A Luo was snickering while he couldn't see him, and there was a sound of "pop", and a burst of pain spread on his ass.

He slapped her! Still spanking!

A Luo stared in disbelief, recovered from the shock three seconds later, and bounced like a dehydrated fish: "Ah, ah, Ning Xuan, you **** dog man!!"

The next moment, there was another "pop".

"Dog man, I want to perish with you!!" She showed her teeth and claws, waving her small fist to hammer his back.

"Snapped-"

"Uuuuu, you are domestic violence, I want to tell my parents, I want to divorce you..."

In fact, it's not very painful, it's just too embarrassing. This is the first time Arlo has experienced this kind of teaching like a naive child.

In fact, since childhood, even her parents never touched her.

Ning Xuan gritted his teeth and said, "Divorce? Going to find that man? I tell you Ding Luoran, don't even think about it, don't even want to leave my side in your life." After a pause, he said with disdain, "As for the agreement, It's just a piece of paper without any legal benefit."

"Ning Xuan, you go back on your word!" Arlo shouted frantically, "Do you think you like me? How long have you liked me? Is it for many years?"

The man didn't speak, just pushed open his bedroom door.

His room was dark, with black floors, black sheets and bedding, black tables, sofas, and wardrobes. All in all, it looked cold and depressing, just like his people.

Before A Luo could take a second look, he was carried into the bathroom and thrown into the huge bathtub. He turned on the faucet suddenly, and the warm water splashed down, wetting the clothes of the two of them.

"Wash everything that man left behind for me." The man stood there condescendingly and spit out such a sentence.