Madam, president loves you secrectly

"Moreover, there are more and more rumors about his affair with those star models. I'm afraid I can't write down a book. I often see it in the financial and entertainment newspapers."

"Originally, I came back to talk to him about something, but I couldn't get in touch with him. Sister, I shouldn't have asked between you, but what's the matter that you can't let go and brother Junlin can't let go?"

Song Qianqian guessed early in the morning that song Manxi might know some signs, but she didn't guess that she had been so determined that there was love between her and Junlin.

"When did you know?" Song Qianqian asked with drooping eyes.

"When I woke up from the hospital, my brother Junlin and aunt Yao came to visit, I guessed a little. When you disappeared, a car followed me. I felt very familiar with it. It took me a long time to remember that it was the car under the name of my brother Junlin. It was photographed in the newspaper at that time, and I recognized it at a glance."

"So it is..." Song Qianqian murmured, and the corners of his lips stirred up slightly, slightly mocking himself.

But she didn't seem to have the intention to talk to song Manxi deeply about it. Instead, she smiled and said to her, "sissy, I'm suddenly a little thirsty. Please help me go to the refrigerator in the kitchen and make a cup of my favorite fruit milk. Come here, it's in a small bag. It's also in the original position."

Song Manxi also understood her mood and didn't want to force people into difficulties, so she replied: "OK, wait first, I'll go in and have a look."

When song Manxi's figure entered the kitchen, song Qianqian put away the fake smile on his face. He leaned forward with some difficulty and took the mobile phone.

Trembling between his fingers, he typed on a person's wechat interface: "I promise you everything you want, as long as you stop meddling in sissy and ah Xiao."

After typing, click send.

After a long time, there was news over there. The negative measurement said, "please me!"

These four words, song Qianqian saw in his eyes, extremely sour, deeply breathed, and only felt a pain in his chest.

Her eyes were cold: "they are also your relatives."

After a long time: "now, it doesn't count."

"You're crazy!"

"Didn't you already know?"

Song Qianqian knew that he had no way to convince him now. Finally, he had to enter in the dialog box decisively: "I beg you."

This time, the other end immediately returned the news, just a simple word: "ah!"

Song Qianqian didn't reply again. She knew that he had promised, but what could he do? Her life already didn't belong to her. Even if he wanted to kill her, wouldn't it be good to die in his hands? She didn't want to live anyway.

His eyes were slightly red. Song Qianqian turned off his mobile phone and clamped it in his book. He didn't want to look at it again.

Song Qianqian raised his eyes. At the end of the kitchen, song Manxi came out with two cups of warm fruit milk.

She looked at her, at least, you have to be happy!

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"Get out, get out!"

In the resplendent box, a waitress accompanying the wine was kicked to the ground by the man who was still talking and laughing one second and suddenly changed his face the next.

Kicked her in the stomach.

The wine bottle on the table was overturned by him.

The half drunk man threw away his mobile phone and looked at the waitress on the ground with a very cold expression.

"You don't want to be a serious girlfriend, but you want to be a secret mistress for me. He's so cheap!"