Domineering: The Billionaire Lover of a Bad President

"Let them handle it by themselves. The matter of feelings is just a matter between two people. Whether you love me or you chase after me, it's all their own choices. You are neither Xiao Ya nor you. Chuan, it’s better not to bring your own subjective emotions into it.” In a word, don’t meddle in other people’s business.

Xia Qing thought for a while, and thought what Jun Kui said was very reasonable, so she took out her phone and started to deal with the aftermath.

Xiao Ya is a queen-level figure, and Mo Chuan has considerable influence in the imperial capital. These two people staged a wonderful show that cannot be found in movies on an extremely public occasion. Xia Qing admitted that she also watched it. It was very enjoyable, but after the fire of gossip was extinguished, she still had to remember her other identity: a gold medal agent, exclusive to Xiao Ya, who was responsible for solving all the problems that plagued big stars. Of course, it is necessary to prevent problems before they happen. Her job, both emotionally and rationally, must be done by her.

This time, there was such a big commotion, but for Xiao Ya, it might not be a bad thing, as long as he made the best use of the situation, Xiao Ya's support would probably increase again.

On the way back, Jun Kui was driving, and Xia Qing was busy sitting on the back seat, making continuous phone calls and giving orders one after another, absolutely without a single word of nonsense.

The provoking Jun Kui Jun Kui was a little absent-minded, and kept observing her every expression from the rearview mirror. When Xia Qing was working seriously, she seemed to have a strange magic power, which was completely different from the usual appearance, and it brightened him up. What should I do, my heart, which has never been conscious, is surrounded by some kind of fullness. He seems to like her more than before, to a level that even he can't understand.

So, naturally, he said, "Xia Qing, let's get married."

At that time, Xia Qing was negotiating with a colleague about the layout. Hearing this, she raised her eyebrows and opened her lips silently, "Are you kidding me?" For the second marriage, if you propose more times, you will gradually get immune disease, and there will be no repeated excitement.

"It's not a joke." Jun Kui shook his head seriously, his eyes were flickering and erratic, and his dark eyes were so dark that he couldn't see his mood, "Let's get married."

Can he tell her that the wedding is ready and just waiting for the bride's nod?

Can he tell her that in fact, this moment should have been presented to her long ago, and it has also appeared countless times in his dreams?

Can he be honest that he is actually looking forward to the day when she puts on her wedding dress and walks towards her, announcing in front of the world that she is completely his.

Xia Qing was stunned. For a long time, she couldn't understand the voice of the person on the other end of the phone.

She silently turned off the phone, turned her face slightly, and looked at the passing scenery outside the window, all the way silent.

Back at Jun’s house, I happened to meet Lin Linbao, the real fiancee who was waiting outside the door for Jun Kui to come home. She was wearing a thin professional attire, standing in the wind, her long hair was stuck to the side of her face wet by the falling rain, showing emaciation And the haggard face, the big eyes, and the light makeup that was taken away, looked a little pitiful.