Spoiled Wife Addiction: Mr.Fang,Don't Touch Me

Nie Jingjing curls her mouth and thinks that there is really no way to communicate with this person. He really doesn't understand the woman's careful thinking

"cut, you don't tell me, I don't tell you." Nie Jingjing deliberately turned away from Lancang

this little woman's stubborn temper is coming again. Lancang looks at such Nie Jingjing and laughs softly. He seldom has such a comfortable and warm time

when it was almost dawn, Nie Jingjing fell asleep in Lancang's arms, her quiet face with a shallow smile. Lancang looks at the sweet little woman sleeping in his arms. His eyes are full of tenderness

If only I could hold her like this all the time

he hates this feeling. A long time ago, he told himself that he could not be bound by feelings, but now everything seems to have deviated from the established track

Nie Jingjing's eyelids move, reluctantly opens her eyes and looks at Lancang in a daze

"good morning." Her voice is a little hoarse, which may be the reason why she said too much last night

however, when she woke up, she couldn't sleep. Although Lancang's hands covered her ears, her voice still came in. It's like this every morning in the hospital

Nie Jingjing closes her eyes for a while and takes Lancang's hand away

"don't you stay up all night?"

he took Nie Jingjing to have breakfast near the hospital and rushed back to the company. Nie Jingjing looks at his back and smiles happily

thinking of last night's long talk, she seems to have a new understanding of Lancang. It turns out that he is not always ruthless. It turns out that he is also naughty and cute

this discovery makes Nie Jingjing secretly happy. If Lancang can open her heart, will it not be so cold any more

for a long time, he warned himself countless times that he could not touch or be tied by feelings. But when she really came, he found that some people were doomed to escape

thinking of these, Lancang can't help feeling a little annoyed. He leans on the bed and smokes silently. In the rising smoke, he seems to see Nie Jingjing's delicate and beautiful face. He can't help laughing

there is a lot of sunshine outside. Standing on the avenue of the park, Nie Jingjing closes her eyes, raises her head, feels the wind and sunlight, and raises her mouth slightly

maybe all the love he said is false. Nie Jingjing thought. But she was married, and most of all, she decided to entrust her love to him from the beginning

the city will never be lonely at night when the lights are on and neon lights are flashing. There are carnival people everywhere. They tear off the veil of camouflage during the day and release themselves freely in the dark night

last night, Nie Jingjing stayed up all night. Early the next morning, Lancang came

"president, why are you here?" Nie Jingjing opens her mouth in a soft voice. Her tone is flat and she can't hear any emotion

Nie Jingjing's eyes are empty and without focus. Lancang doesn't know what she is looking at. Lancang's heart slightly hurt, so quiet Nie Jingjing, let him guess

"president, the sun is coming out, is everything a new hope?"

Lancang's hand can't help covering Nie Jingjing's hand. He feels her shaking slightly. Her hand is cold, which makes him hold it more tightly. He wants to give her some warmth and strength

"it's a new hope." Lancang must tell Nie Jingjing

"really? Do I still have hope? " Nie Jingjing suddenly turns her head and her eyes fall on Lancang. Under such gaze, Lancang is at a loss

"Nie Jingjing, did I do something wrong?"<

Lancang has never been so humble. Now for Nie Jingjing, he can't care so much about face and self-esteem. Compared with her, he is worthless. He just wanted her to stop treating him so coldly. This feeling really made him feel bad<

Nie Jingjing's face is still expressionless, and he is still acting. Is it true that he is not tired to disguise himself like this every day? Do you hate her that much?She looked up and let out a deep sigh.

"You think too much. You have done nothing wrong. I'm in a bad mood. I'm sorry."

Nie Jingjing tries to break off Lancang and hold her hand tightly, but with great effort, she can't make Lancang's hand separate, so she has to give up.

"I'm going to bed."

"Stay with me a little longer, will you?"

Although I can't believe it, Nie Jingjing is still surprised. Is this Lancang she knows?

Can there be such a humble side? Or is it just his gentle trap, just to make himself deeper?

If so, this man is too terrible!

"President, go back."

At this time, the sun has been rising, the glow on Nie Jingjing's face, her face as if a pale flower, can not see a trace of delicate, decadent appearance, people can not help but heartache.

Lancang finally slowly released his hand. He lowered his head and watched Nie Jingjing walk further and further until he disappeared.

No one knows the loneliness and sadness in his heart at the moment. A few days ago, two people were still well, but she suddenly became a different person, as if he was a disgusting slug, which she could not avoid.

Lancang shows his cold eyes and falls on the road Nie Jingjing has just passed. His eyes are fierce and he can't help clenching his fist.

The employees of the company think today's Lancang is particularly terrible.

Although he is usually unsophisticated and resolute, his feeling today is totally different. It's like an angry Beast, which can knock down its prey at any time and tear it to pieces with its sharp claws.

We are quietly doing the work at hand for fear of offending the elusive president.

"What's the matter with the president?" There are still some small staff who don't know the importance and are full of curiosity.

The older employee immediately interrupted her, "don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Do your thing well. If he hears, I promise you will die. It's very ugly."

Small staff embarrassed to spit out tongue, dare not ask again. What kind of person is the president? Is it really as ruthless as the outside world rumor says?

Lancang sat in the president's office, in front of a pile of documents to be processed, but his eyes never fell on those documents. He looked at a place empty, not knowing what he was looking at.