President, don't tease me

Tang Guo slept in the sofa all night. Although it was summer, the wind was still cool at night. When she got up the next day, she found that her nose was stuffy and her voice was a little hoarse.

"Wake up? Today's task is to pick up the plane." a cold voice sounded from the restaurant.

Tang Guo rubbed his bleary eyes: "I still have reports to deal with today, maybe..."

"No, but it's an order." Beiming Han didn't trust others to pick it up, because Feng Qingyu is really a very important person.

"I know." Tang Guo looked at his white and tender feet and reluctantly rolled over the furry blanket on the ground. Beiming Han got up and walked over, raised her chin with one hand: "what? There's a little mood?"

"I dare not."

"Oh... Didn't you say? I drank too much last night and threw me on the bed?" Beiming Han's eyes smiled and his tone was not really angry. It seems that he doesn't remember what happened last night.

"I don't like the smell of wine," Tang Guo said casually.

"I don't like cats either." Beiming's cold eyes swept to the nest in the corner of the living room: "but I like cat meat."

Tang Guo: "

I don't know whether milk bean can really understand him or it's just a coincidence. Suddenly, he mews restlessly, with panic in his tone.

Tang Guo got up and picked it up. It was soft and small, which made her relax for a few minutes and turned her back to him. Beiming Han didn't say much and drove away directly.

There was a question about the pick-up in the mobile phone. It was a girl named Feng Qingyu... Only one word from his name last night. Are they sisters? Tang Guo shook his head. He didn't want to think about this problem, and didn't dare to think about it any more. Everything was mostly idle

As it was not a holiday, there were not many people at the airport. Tang Guo was afraid of missing things and went out 30 minutes in advance, but he didn't expect that the taxi on the way was broken: "Miss, I think you may have to change another one."

"Master, Huaihai Road is in a traffic jam at this time. Where do you want me to take a taxi?" Tang Guo was really worried, but he couldn't blame the driver. After all, it was an accident.

"Then I don't want your fare, OK? I'm really sorry." the driver's uncle is also very simple.

"Alas..." Tang Guo sighed and paid the fare from her bag. She also knew that it was not easy for the working people. Today, she had to go to the front in order to match her skirt and wear high heels. Tang Guo had tender skin and blisters on her feet in a short time. She was red and painful.

Feng Qingyu dragged a suitcase, wearing hot suspender shorts, sun hat and sunglasses. He waited impatiently in the lounge. After ten minutes, he called Beiming Han: "brother Han..."

Beiming Han just got off the meeting. It was a shareholders' meeting once a month. He really couldn't leave, otherwise he wouldn't let Tang Guo go: "what's the matter?"

"You said to pick up the plane, but I didn't see anyone at all! It's too much. I'm so tired of saluting."

"No one is here?" Bei Ming's cold eyebrows frowned together: "wait a minute, I'll break up the meeting. It's over."

"OK." the girl's sweet and greasy coquettish spread to his ears, but he had no waves. He hung up the phone, went to the parking lot to pick up the car and dialed Tang Guo's phone, but no one answered. He was a little dissatisfied. Even if he was angry with himself, why didn't he do what he promised? If you don't want to go, just say it

When Tang Guo arrived at the airport, there was no one in the waiting room, and her mobile phone was dead. She couldn't make a call. She looked back and forth several times. Maybe the person had left. She walked out of the door with some guilt, but saw a familiar black Huiteng. The license plate number confirmed her guess.

A young and energetic girl is being held in his arms by him, far away, but she can also feel his doting eyes

"Brother Han, I miss you so much. I won't go abroad again this time." the girl was coquettish.

Beiming cold pushed her away without leaving a trace: "get in the car, you're tired after taking such a long plane." then he pulled up his suitcase and put it into the trunk, drove away directly, and didn't notice the small figure behind the glass door.

Now that you have a new lover, why do you imprison me

Tang Guo took a long time to get a taxi. When he returned to the villa, it was late in the evening. When he pushed the door, he smelled the smell of vegetable rice and a string of silver bell like laughter.

"Where have you been?" Bei Minghan slapped his chopsticks on the table. She was obviously very unhappy. She came back so late and didn't answer the phone. What if something happened! Such a big man, why don't you have any safety awareness?

"Didn't go anywhere." Tang Guo's answer was very cold. She bowed her head and didn't want to see the scene in front of her. Her eyes hurt. She bowed her head and changed her shoes and went upstairs.

"What's your attitude? I asked you to pick up the plane today, but I didn't go. It made Qingyu wait for a long time. Do you think you did the right thing?"

Tang Guo didn't respond and went upstairs directly. Her feet hurt. It's hard for her to take one more step.

"I'm talking to you! What's your attitude!" Beiming Han's voice was a little louder, but he still didn't get a response.

Feng Qingyu became vigilant at the moment when Tang Guojin entered the villa. The appearance of changing shoes upstairs is definitely that she always lives here. This woman is very beautiful and has a good figure, but she can't compare with herself. After all, she is very young

"Brother Han, who is she?" Feng Qingyu asked innocently with big eyes. It was very innocent.

"A servant!" Beiming Han was angry and blurted out casually.

"Oh... A servant has such a big temper. I don't know. I thought it was the young grandmother of the Beiming family!" Feng Qingyu asked tentatively.

Beiming Han didn't answer. He just wanted to know where Tang Guo had gone? Then he went upstairs and opened the door of the bedroom, but he didn't find her, and then he went directly to the master bedroom.

Sure enough, her skirt was thrown on the bed, the bathroom door was closed, and through the frosted glass, I could see her slim and graceful posture, looming