Warm marriage is like fire: male god boss spoils deeply

At this time, she was a simple and innocent little girl. Her crying appearance made him soft as spring mud.

He really wanted to hold her in his arms and spoil her.

Gong sijue finally suppressed the evil fire of his body and returned to his reason. He sat up straight and stopped bullying her.

"Don't worry, no one dares to fire you except me!" The voice also restored its cold domineering!

"Really? You have such a big skill? "

"Forget my relationship with the headmaster?"

"Oh, I'm relieved!" Cold and cheerfully tightened eyebrows, gradually stretching!

Gong sijue lit a cigarette and admitted that he didn't let her see his difference. Even he didn't believe it. He was so shameless that he really took the headmistress, er, his aunt as a chip to bully her!

He glanced lazily at the little woman who wiped tears on his side, and quietly climbed up the corner of his lips with a smile.

In the future, his life seems to be full of fun. Bullying her is fun!

"The dance begins. Let's go dancing!" Gong sijue put out the smoke and led Qinghuan.

"It has nothing to do with me!" The girl's little face could not hide her loss.

The students attending the banquet tonight have already used their skills to shuttle among celebrities for only one purpose: to be selected by the entertainment company and open a bright star!

"Drink it!" Gong sijue handed her a glass of wine!

Leng Qinghuan raised his eyes and looked at him incomprehensibly!

"The more companies dare not sign you, the more you want to show the most beautiful side!".

The light in the corner was not bright. She saw the arrogance flying on his face, and what shocked her was his words.

In the past three years, she auditioned countless times. It can be seen that those directors and investors are very satisfied with her. However, when they finally learned her identity, they all regretted and refused.

Her songs of lyrics and music are sold to popular singers at a low price and become the original works of others. She often hears those songs that are popular all over the country, and she is both happy and painful.

She has been hiding her talent for fear of hearing others' sarcasm and seeing others' sorry expression.

Now, the man said that.

Her eyes suddenly brightened and she asked him in a trembling voice, "can I?".

"Of course!".

Leng Qinghuan bit his lips, as if he had made a great determination to drink the red wine in one gulp.

"Let's go!"

Looking at the girl's beautiful and exquisite figure, Gong sijue's lips were filled with spoiled drowning.

He raised his arm as a gentleman. He didn't hesitate. His slender arm slowly slipped into the arm bend he knew.

The dance floor is already bustling. This melody is lingering and meaningful. It is most suitable for a beautiful waltz.

At first, Leng Qinghuan always couldn't keep up with the beat and accidentally stepped on Gong sijue's feet again.

"Professor, I'm sorry!" She whispered an apology.

Strange eyes came from around, all laughing.

Those eyes were clearly a top male god of Gong sijue, who was ruined by her clown who couldn't dance.

Professor Gong was distressed to see her nervous and frivolous sweat at the tip of her nose.

His cold sharp eyes swept over those ugly faces. The aura was too strong. Those women bowed their heads and dared not look again!

"Professor, I don't want to jump!" Cold and cheery retreat.

She just retreated. Gong sijue pulled his long arm and pulled Leng Qinghuan into his arms coldly.

Leng Qinghuan bumped the tip of his nose into his strong chest and felt a dull pain.

"Before you start, you want to escape. It's cold and happy. Is that all you can do?" His voice was as cold as ice.

Leng Qinghuan raised her eyes and looked at the man's sharp and solemn face. Coupled with the sharp nose pain, she felt wronged in her heart, and the vast water mist sprang up in her eyes.