Chapter 1268

He asked the president of Beiming to wait for him for a few hours. Mingke asked himself that he didn't have such a big face. What's more, he just returned to Dongling. Shouldn't he have a lot of things to deal with?

Is it true that such a big imperial group doesn't want to take it? Can he really rest assured that the boss is away all day and leave everything to others?

In ten thousand steps, even if he is really free to waste his time here, knowing that there is such a great God waiting for him, he will not be able to do things with ease.

Anyway, it is only he who leaves that is the best for everyone.

North night side head looked at her one eye, is still that pair of lazy posture: "today don't plan to work, full-time accompany wife."

"I said, I'm not your wife." Divorce agreement to him, this kind of entanglement will continue to when? "If you want a wife, there are more people outside. Don't bother me."

She was a little stuffy, but she couldn't tell why she was stuffy.

Beiming night is still looking at her, this is the eyes a bit deep, dark star eyes also slowly narrowed up.

Mingke is upset. She knows that every time this kind of expression appears on his face, it is the expression of his unhappiness. But now she just wants to stay away from him, regardless of whether he is happy or not.

Since I saw him when I went out, I've been baffled. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never been angry and I don't like to lose my temper. I've been holding my breath.

She hates the feeling of being influenced by him. It's a thing of the past. Why can this man easily disturb her heart?

He did not see any movement, she can not sit in the car, leaving a "I left", turned to open the door, quickly to the outside.

Fortunately, the man didn't stop her.

Mingke breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door. He was about to walk to the elevator, but he heard the sound of the door closing.

It's a little loud. I can tell that the people who close the door are full of emotion.

Looking at the man who walked around the car and strode towards him, Mingke was a little uneasy by his tense face. She subconsciously stepped back two steps and raised her head to meet his eyes. She said in a dull voice: "what do you want to do? This is... "

"Be you." The man threw out two words without expression, and his big palm stretched out behind her.

Mingke was startled. He wanted to get away from her. When he got away, he found that he didn't want to touch her at all. Instead, he wanted to open the door of the back seat behind her.

"You Ah! What are you going to do? Put Well... "

She was not dazzled, but she still didn't see what had just happened. He just opened the door. In a twinkling of an eye, she had already been thrown into the back seat by him and pressed under him!

Heavy sound of closing the door behind the two people sounded, the man who pressed on him again threw her two words with anger: "do you!"

The back seat is big enough that even if two people fight in it, they won't feel crowded at all.

With a bang, the cigarette is lit up, and the man smokes slowly. He is not afraid of wasting time. Anyway, he has a holiday today.

As for the girl who was just under him That pair of eyes red, a pair of want to cry but stubborn do not want to cry appearance, she curled up in the corner, grabbed the draped in their own body that belongs to the men's thin coat, bite the lip do not let himself cry.

When one cigarette was finished, another crack was heard, and the second cigarette was lit.

Beiming night leaned on the back of the chair, still leisurely enjoying the feeling of swallowing clouds and puffing mist, but the face still with thin sweat has been tense, stiff, cold, and a little bit tired.

Knowing that the girl was still staring at him, looking like she wanted to tear him to pieces, she was in the mood to laugh.

He put out his cigarette and straightened out his messy clothes. He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and threw it to her: "do you want to call the police? Do you know the number? "

Name really wants to tear the evil smile on his face! How can someone be so hateful that after doing this to a woman, they can still have a indifferent attitude and ask her if she wants to call the police?

What does he think she is? Is it always just a tool to let him vent?

"What? Do you want to report it or not? If not, I'll go on. " Beiming night leaned on her seat, staring at her pale face.

To continue What does he mean?

Mingke was really scared. When he approached her, she could not help exclaiming: "don't touch me! You dare to touch me! Beiming night, go away! No

The tears that had been hanging in the corner of his eyes for a long time, but didn't slide down, finally rolled down carelessly, fell down along his cheek, and fell on his fingertips in the twinkling of an eye.

He raised his finger, sucked the tear dry with his thin lip, and stared at the panicked girl under him. The perfect thin lip raised, and he laughed: "don't you know me very well? I haven't enjoyed it for such a long time. How can I be satisfied once? Is your husband such an incompetent man? ""You are not Well... " He was successful in secretly kissing, but he could only force his face, bite his lips, and dare not say any angry words.

Beiming night doesn't seem to be so urgent. Although he can clearly see the impulse aroused from his eyes, he has enough patience with her.

Stir up her ear a wisp of long hair around the fingertips play, his husky sexy voice sounded in her ears: "why deliberately make me angry? Well

"I didn't Ah! Don't touch me. Don't It's you and them. You are a great love saint. If I can't afford it, can I? I... " She has a hoarse voice. When she talks about it, she has a choked throat and can't speak at all.

Beiming night looked at the nest in his body crying into tears of the little girl, fundus a little confused.

A woman is really a magical animal. Just now she was bullied by him and forced by him, so she could not help crying. Now, she can't help criticizing him, but she just said a few words and cried like this.

This is If you scold him, will she feel heartache?

Well, he shouldn't be so narcissistic. No matter how much she likes him, it's impossible for her to get heartache because she scolds him.

With a silent sigh, he finally got up from her. With a hook of his long arm, he held her to his leg, pulled the coat that had slipped from her, and covered her still thin body. Then he took out a piece of paper towel from one side and wiped her tears.

"Don't cry. If you go on crying, your eyes will swell. How can you go out and meet people then? There's a meeting, isn't there? " The voice of Beiming night is very gentle, which is totally different from that when he was just irritated.

But Stunned next, he just remembers to want to defend for oneself: "when do I and other people frown?"

"At school." I don't want to cry, but I don't know if women are the same. When no one hurts, I'm strong to death. Once someone coaxes me, I'm inexplicably vulnerable.

She sniffed and snatched the tissue from his hand. She turned away from his eyes and wiped away her tears in silence.

She thought, she knew why she suddenly cried so desolately.

He forced her to bite her teeth, but when she finally realized why she was angry with him, she was really sad.

If you don't care, why?

This morning's inexplicable, not all because of care? It turned out that she was still so concerned about this man in her heart. Even if other women looked at him more, she felt uncomfortable.

It's her who says goodbye, and it's her who cares about it now. Why does she have to do it again and again? Why can't you just forget him?