Domineering: The Billionaire Lover of a Bad President

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This is No. 18 days after Jun Kui left. After he left, there was no phone call, no text message, no email, no notification sent, no news at all, as if he never came back.

It was the weekend again, Xia Qing opened her eyes, looked at the crystal lamp hanging on the ceiling, and sighed deeply...deeply...

Missing is really a grinding thing. [

I thought that love is all a fabricated trick to deceive people, and there are elements of over-exaggeration.

Once you are deeply involved in it, you will find that no movie, TV, novel, or script can describe one ten thousandth of its depth.

She tried her best to keep herself busy, but even if she was free for a minute, Jun Qi's face would pop out of her mind unexpectedly and occupy all her thoughts.

Missing him, really missing him, often in a trance, often forgetting where I am, staring at the pain with one heart, deeply worried about the unexpected reunion.

She thought, she was really hopeless.

After struggling on the bed for 3 minutes, Xia Qing got up resignedly, put on her pajamas slowly, walked into the bathroom slowly, deliberately turned down the water temperature, and let the water drops with a little meaning help her out of trouble. Break free for a while.

At the beginning of a new day, she couldn't allow herself to simply immerse herself in waiting to consume her life and torture her vitality.

About half an hour later, wearing a large bathrobe, Xia Qing walked out of the bathroom barefoot while wiping her half-dry long hair.

The phone on the table flickers on and off, and there will be a crisp sound every 30 seconds. It should be a missed call.

She walked over, picked up the phone, and found that it was a group of strange numbers, 32 missed calls.

Is it Jun Qi?

Xia Qing was inexplicably excited when this idea first popped into her mind, but soon, this possibility was completely ruled out. With Jun Qi's personality, if he didn't answer the second call, he would definitely come to the door in the shortest possible time Come on, how can I have the patience to make more than 30 phone calls and repeat the same thing over and over again.

who can that be?

Xia Qing pressed the playback button, and there was a busy tone, but the other party never answered.

Since she didn't listen, Xia Qing didn't bother to call again, put the phone aside, and continued to wipe her wet long hair.

Downstairs, there was a doorbell ringing, one after another.

Xia Qing walked to the window and opened the delicate satin curtains to a narrow gap. From this angle, she could just see the scene at the main entrance of her house—a group of soldiers, one at an interval of two meters, stood along the road .

In front of her house, there was a pure black luxury car with a military plate on it. It looked like it had been refitted, and all the sides were replaced with bulletproof opaque glass. From the outside, it was impossible to see clearly what was inside the car. Condition.

Xia Qing opened the drawer and took out a delicate small telescope. The doorbell downstairs was ringing more and more urgently, but she was not in a hurry. She slowly put the telescope in front of her eyes, adjusted the focus and angle, and then went to Look at the license plate of that car. Bleak [