President, don't tease me

"Beiming is cold... What you said is true?" Tang Guo's eyes gradually became happy from dull.

Beiming Han nodded and smiled.

Tang Guo looked at Beiming Han's serious face and felt a trace of sweetness in his heart, but the sadness still didn't dissipate completely.

"Gululu..." suddenly, an awkward voice sounded. Tang Guo lowered his eyes and looked at his flat belly, revealing a Shanshan smile.

Beiming was so cold that he couldn't help laughing. Tang Guo cleared his throat and blushed.

I've been hungry for almost a whole day. I was filled with anger just now. Now after Beiming Han's promise, my anger dissipated, and I felt hungry.

"What do you want to eat?" Beiming Han raised his wrist and looked down at his watch. It's ten o'clock in the evening. There should be something Tangguo wants to eat outside.

Tang Guo pursed his lower lip and thought for a moment. "Master Cui's sour plum soup... You should go by yourself." I don't know why, Tang Guo thought of the sour plum soup he didn't like very much for the first time.

As for why Beiming Han went there himself, he just wanted to play a small game.

"OK, I'll buy it for you."

Beiming cold doted on Tang Guo and said with a smile, "Guo Guo, you stay here for a while, and I'll be back later."

Tang Guo nodded slightly and lay in bed again. He touched his stomach and pricked up his ears. He didn't sit up until he heard the closing sound of Beiming cold. He looked at the closed door. The smile in his eyes appeared a little sad again.

Beiming cold, don't let me down

"Chen Nuo, what did you do?!" Beiming Feng picked up his cell phone and angrily asked Chen Nuo at the other end of the phone.

Chen Nuo's face was gloomy. His nails pierced into the meat and tore his skin, but he didn't feel pain. Everything beiminghan did today was engraved in her mind.

Tang Guo, Tang Guo

"Chen Nuo, did you hear what I said?! what you did today made Beiming cold doubt. You know? Beiming cold has started to let people investigate me!" the expensive glass bottle beside Beiming Maple's handle looked hard at the ground and fell.

Chen Nuo sneered and said calmly: "Beiming maple, just give me good cooperation. I will definitely help you get what you want." Chen Nuo's tone was heavy, with obvious contempt and threat.

Beiming Feng listened to Chen Nuo's threat, but his angry heart gradually calmed down. "OK, I'll wait." Beiming Feng said and abruptly hung up the phone, with a smile on Tieqing's face.

Chen Nuo, Chen Nuo, you are so proud that you really feel arrogant.

Chen Nuo listened to the female voice mechanically in the phone, and the heat in his eyes seemed to burn his hand and mobile phone.

"Beiming Han... Beiming Han... Do you know how much I love you..." Chen Nuo fondly stroked the mobile phone screen, and Beiming Han bowed his head and focused on his work.

So many years of love, so many years of love... Can't compare with Tang Guo

Tang Guo, Tang Guo... What qualifications does she have! Who is qualified to win the love of Beiming Han!

"Tut." on the black Bentley, Beiming Han suddenly felt a rare chill coming from his feet.

The black Bentley stopped in front of a small shop that was about to close and there were only two or three people in front of the store.

In the shop, the middle-aged woman with a tired face saw the luxury car, swept away her tiredness, curiously explored the exit and looked at the black figure coming out of the black Bentley.

"Boss, I want two bowls of sour plum soup." beiminghan went to the shop and smiled at the haggard face of the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman looked at the man in front of her and sighed in her heart. She lived most of her life and had never seen such a handsome and powerful man.

The sword eyebrow and star eyes are tall and powerful, but they don't look rough and crazy. Their thin lips are slightly provoked and show a smile, which makes every woman have to look more. They are wearing a straight suit and the noble spirit they exude, just like the solitary Eagle hovering in the sky in the dark and arrogant over the earth.

"Boss?" looking at the middle-aged woman's absent-minded appearance, her eyebrows frowned without trace.

The middle-aged woman looked back and nodded quickly.

"OK, OK. Sir, do you want to drink it yourself?" the middle-aged woman deliberately slowed down the action of scooping soup and talked to Beiming Han.

Beiming Han tutted softly, and a trace of boredom flashed across his eyes, but he shook his head, and his face became a little cold.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman closed her mouth wisely and handed the sour plum soup to Beiming Han.

Beiming Han took the sour plum soup and turned to leave. The middle-aged woman looked at the trace of Bentley's disappearance, and it took a long time to recover.

Back to the hospital, Tang Guo was already lying in bed with his eyes closed, his chest moving up and down with his breath, and his slender jade hand on his lower abdomen.

Beiming was cold and thought that Tang Guo couldn't bear to sleep. He put the sour plum soup on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, sat next to Tang Guo, looked at Tang Guo's cherry mouth, and couldn't help bending down to kiss it, but unexpectedly threw himself into the air.

"Tut." Bei Minghan looked and turned his head. He couldn't help crying. It seemed that Tang Guo was in his sleep. His eyes flashed a smile and leaned down again to kiss Tang Guo's lips.

Tang Guo repeated his old technique this time. He just wanted to go too far, but Beiming Han pressed his chin with lightning speed, and his lips were covered with a soft feeling.

Beiming cold's tongue sweeps aggressively in Tang Guo's mouth. Their saliva and tongue are entangled. Tang Guo doesn't realize that she is warmly responding to Beiming cold, but her physical instinct drives her. Tang Guo closed his eyes and tried to hold back his smile. He felt that he pretended to sleep to the end.

Until Tang Guo couldn't help it anymore and his eyes secretly cracked a crack, Beiming Han loosened her face and stood up straight and looked at Tang Guo with a smile.

"Why? No more?"

Tang Guo sat up, leaned on the bed board and tilted his mouth. "You found out what else to wear."

After hearing this, Beiming Han raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "do you think you can hide it from me with such a little trick?"

"I can't hide it from you! Where's my sour plum soup?" Tang Guo glared at Beiming Han fiercely and turned to look around for the sour plum soup he was thinking about.

Just when Beiming Han kissed just now, in order to punish Tang Guo for such a small trick, he deliberately put the sour plum soup under the bed. Tang Guo raised his head and looked at Beiming Han with great interest.

"Beiming cold, where are my things?" Tang Guo asked angrily, holding his hands on his chest and staring at Beiming cold.

Beiming Han shrugged and said, "the store is closed. I didn't buy it."

Tang Guo quickly turned his eyes. When Beiming Han entered the door just now, she secretly opened her eyes and saw it. Beiming Han clearly had something in his hand.