Military marriage lingering: big president, little sweetheart

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She took a deep breath and rode over there

Li beijue's vision is still firmly locked in the little woman. Looking at her little by little approaching, little by little getting closer and closer to him, the heart is like being suddenly pinched by a big hand, even the breathing has stopped!

shi、t！

He stifled the desire to rush forward.

He just stood where he was.

Chi En en!

Chi En en!

Chi En en!

One and a half years ago, the scene of that night kept playing in his mind. For more than a year, every night he couldn't sleep, he would recall what happened that night.

Every time, he regretted that he was too careless at that time. He didn't see her plan from her enthusiastic performance. He was so stupid that he gave her a chance to run.

His eyes passed from the little woman's face to her long, straight legs, and he had already simulated the possibility of breaking her dogleg in his heart.

Soon, riding on a horse, the valiant woman has come close. She dismounts cleanly, hands the cover to the waiter and walks into the grandstand area.

For the convenience of action, riding suit is mostly tight style, which just outlines a small woman's symmetrical figure. Although she is not very tall, she has a good proportion of waist and legs. Wearing riding clothes, she has a thin waist and long legs. It gives people a healthy and comfortable feeling.

Li beijue's thin lips were in a straight line. He wanted to see how the woman dared to run and show up in front of him.

The soft and beautiful woman with one point of heroism, three points of calmness and six points of self-confidence finally stopped in front of him. She gave him a deep look and naturally extended her hand and raised a smile, "Mr. Li.". lastname

——Mr. Li, I'm the representative of Ryan. I'm Chi. Nice to meet you.

Oh.

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Nice to meet him?

This damned woman, dare to challenge his limit?

Good.

Good.

very nice!

Li beijue pursed his thin lips in a straight line. Suddenly, a storm rolled up in his Obsidian eagle eyes. He seemed to be at the end of his anger. His burning eagle eyes flashed through the rage and became as deep as a deep well. He was staring at the confident smiling man in front of him for a moment. He didn't stretch out his hand, touched his thin lips, and said with anger, "are you glad to see me?"

Everyone present could hear him gnashing his teeth!

Under the great sense of oppression, the person closest to him still keeps his mouth up and his eyes clear. "Yes, Mr. Li, nice to meet you."

——Yes, Mr. Li. Nice to meet you!

——Mr. Li, nice to meet you!

——Mr. Li!

How dare she pretend to him!

Li beijue Jun's face was livid, his teeth cracked, and his eyes flashed a trace of bloodthirsty ferocity. His vision glided down and fell on the little white hand that was handed to him.

There are many tiny cocoons on that hand. If you look carefully, you can still see the scar on the back of the hand. Although the scar was very light, he could see it at a glance!

Didn't she go back to the habsden family?

How can there be a scar on the hand?

There are so many cocoons. How did they come from?