Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

  He opened the notebook and tapped his finger twice on it, apparently absent-minded. Huo Yi saw it and said helplessly, “Young Master, you don’t have to worry about Sir Sir, Sir Sir just got a slight injury on your shoulder.”

  The noble young boy who saw the outline for the first time stiffened his back, and immediately denied it proudly, "I didn't care about him."

His duplicity was so obvious, it was obvious that Huo Yi didn't know how to pick it up, so he could only follow his words to comfort the staring boy, "Yes, the young master did not care about Sir Alex. I just told the young master, Sir Alex. There is a small injury on the shoulder, which has been treated in the hospital, so there is no need to worry."

   "I'll say it again, I'm not worried!" Chi Baobao's phoenix eyes, which are unique to men from the Li family, are extraordinarily noble and powerful. At this moment, those beautiful eyes were round, with an angry look, and both hands left the keyboard.

   is so obviously worried, and even insists that he is not worried, and there is no one!

  Huo Yi cleverly lowered his head, "I see, little master."

  Baby Chi has a feeling of hitting the cotton with a punch, and he can't express it with a breath in his chest. He pursed his lips in a straight line, clenched his fists, turned his head and refocused his gaze on the computer screen. Putting his hands on the keyboard again, he clicked the mouse to log in to the chat software, clicked on the top dialog box and looked at it and found that the other party was still not online and frowned.

  This is the third day.

  Why the slug hasn’t been online yet, what did she do!

  Baby Chi's chest is inexplicably irritable, and it feels unpleasant to see everything. He touches the keyboard with his fingers. He wants to send a message several times, but every time he typed a word, he deleted it in the next second. After repeating this several times, he seemed to have recovered and turned off the laptop with a snap.

  Huo Yi was startled when he heard the movement, and asked, "Little Master, have you encountered something unhappy? Do you need my help?"

   "I have nothing unhappy." Chi Baobao answered quickly without thinking.

  His brows furrowed and he was in a terrible mood. He stopped drinking the ice orange juice that he had always liked, stood up and walked to the bedroom.

  Half way, he didn't know what he had remembered and fell back and sat down and opened the notebook again.

  This time he seemed to have figured it out, and he brought up the previous dialog again, and quickly typed three words and sent it over.

[come out faster. ]

  He sent the message, his shoulders relaxed, his eyes were fixed on the screen, waiting for the other side to turn back to him. After waiting for five minutes, there was no response on the other end, and his heroic brows wrinkled fiercely again.

  [Slug, I count to 3, and I will drag you black if you don’t reply to me. ]

[1. ]

[2. ]

   Quietly on the screen, it seemed that he was the only one talking to himself, Chi Baobao’s face became more and more sinking, does not affect his more and more open face.

  Huo Yi stood by and could just see what he was posting. He glanced curiously and saw the young master, who had always been precocious and professed an adult, stared at the computer screen earnestly, and kept sending messages there.

  The remarks on the chat dialog box are even more strange [Stupid Slug].

  The name slug has never been mentioned by the young master, but he often heard the nickname of “idiot” called “little miss”.

  It seems that the young master likes to call the idiots to the people he likes.

  [Stupid Slug] This remark looks like a girl no matter how you look at it. Isn’t the young master——have been in a puppy love?