Military marriage lingering: big president, little sweetheart

Two hours later, Shen was down.

Lin Anxin's name was whispered in his mouth.

man After a drink, he picked up the cell phone left by the drunk, found out Lin Anxin's phone and called.

The first time I didn't answer.

He fought patiently for a second time.

This time I did.

"On the second floor of the Westin club, if you don't want to see him die here, come and meet someone!" Simple and crude.

With that, he hung up and threw his cell phone back to the drunk.

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Then he got up and walked away without looking back.

Downstairs Huo Yi waited for a long time, saw him come down, immediately welcomed up, "sir."

As soon as he got close to him, he smelled the strong smell of wine on the man. He couldn't help frowning and asked anxiously, "Sir, have you drunk?"

Sir Alex hasn't eaten much these days, and his stomach is already fragile. It's all supported by stomach medicine.

At this time, drinking again is undoubtedly self abuse!

Li beijue was abusing himself. The pain in his stomach completely depressed his heart. His dark eyes seemed to be sober and drunk. Eyebrows because the stomach is uncomfortable and twisted together, thin lips deep grace, is the answer.

Huo Yi saw that his lips were pale and there was no more nonsense. He quickly opened the door for him. "Sir, get in the car."

Li beijue stooped to the car.

The car drove smoothly to the hotel.

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The strength of red wine is not when it is first drunk, but when it is later drunk.

His temples were bulging and buzzing.

blamed!

Li beijue pressed the swollen temple, and the area of his stomach also began to ache. His forehead overflowed with a layer of sweat, thin lips tightly, staring at the mobile phone without saying a word, as if to stare a flower out of the name on the mobile phone.

Chi En en.

Chi En en.

Chi En en.

Damn it, his head is full of Cheyne. Her name, her face, her voice. Every cell in the body is clamoring to see her, to enter her body, to prove that she is still his!

His thin lips pressed too hard, and the smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth.

He holds the mobile phone tightly, as if only in this way can he control his terrible possessiveness a little.

Who said that two people have no relationship after breaking up?

Who said breaking up, he can't care if she has a new love!

Even if he and Chi En break up, Chi En is his!

Depressed for several days of irritability, as if to find a breakthrough, he pursed tight corners of the mouth, eagle eyes are all paranoid.

yes!

Even if they break up, Chi En is his!

He looked down at the phone number again, moved his finger, and naturally dialed out.

"Du..."

The alcohol of red wine has all evaporated in the blood.

Li beijue's eyes were blurred, but he pursed his thin lips tightly. He would rather taste the taste of blood than stubbornly dial the phone.

"Du..."

His brows tightened. So is the stomach. It's cold and sharp.

Just as the mobile phone was about to hang up, the people over there finally picked up the phone——