Domineering: The Billionaire Lover of a Bad President

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His arms were tightly wrapped around her thin back, half a circle around her, and his big hand was holding one of her slender shoulders.

This kind of posture makes the distance between the two people infinitely close, there is almost no gap between them, and there is no sense of separation.

Outside the car window, the scenery flies by like fleeting years.

For a long time, Jun Qi was in a trance. [

He actually hoped that this journey would not end so quickly. It was rare for the two of them to agree to a truce day. Don't let it go too easily. Even just one day of peace and tranquility was a luxury for him.

Temporary weakness, he won't let anyone see it.

Even in her arms, she would never know that on this day, he had slightly shaken the faith he had held on to for more than five years.

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Four hours later, the car slowly drove into a complex of buildings imitating the Tang Dynasty. Outside the half-opened car windows, stars were shining brightly, and there was a strong fragrance of grass and trees in the humid air.

Jun Tieshi let out a sigh of relief, "Young Master, we're here."

Jun Kui opened his eyes, and Xia Qing also opened his eyes.

He didn't look at her, and she didn't look at him.

The intertwined bodies loosen naturally.

Xia Qing groped and climbed down his knees, more silent than ever, her curly long hair covered her face, and at the same time hid all her emotions.

The car door opened, and Jun Kui stepped down, his tall body suddenly blocked the cold moonlight, forming a large shadow.

Jun Tieshi trotted around and came to open the door for Xia Qing, with a simple smile on his honest and honest face, he was a guy that was hard to be hated, "Slip up carefully."

Xia Qing looked down and saw that the road paved with stone bricks was covered with a thick layer of green moss. Because it had just rained, each tuft was dark green in color, and it was soft to step on. If you don't pay attention, it's really easy to fall.

This is an ancient temple, the gate is quite large, the plaque is hidden in the night, it is not clear, and I don't know what it is called.

A young monk in an apricot-yellow monk's robe, with his palms folded, stood beside Jun Kui. Under the dim streetlight, the monk had a handsome face that made people hate him, with a sharp and chiseled outline and clear lines. The temperament of the whole person is really too cold, the eyes are a rare ice blue, and the face is a combination of Chinese and Western, with obvious traces of mixed race, which can be seen at a glance.

Swept by those eyes, Xia Qing seemed to have accidentally fallen into a layer of ice dug out in the twelfth lunar month of winter, her whole body was horribly cold, and she felt like she was about to freeze.

"My woman." Four words, even if it is an introduction, Jun Qi's expression is cold and tight, without the slightest intention to introduce in detail.

The monk frowned slightly, "There are no female guests in the temple."

Jun Kui's eyebrows turned cold, "You're really into the show." After living in the temple for a while, he really regarded himself as a monk. [

The monk glanced at him, then looked at Xia Qing, suddenly understood, and said without thinking, "It's her!" Bleak 