How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1206 Xia Huanxi Business Chapter 394 No, you don't hate it.

Chu Shishi remained calm and calm from the beginning to the end, as if nothing had happened: "So what? It was wrong for you to choose to give birth to Xishang's child. I didn't strangle her, which is already the greatest kindness. Thank you. Son, you can only give birth to your brother, understand?"

"don't know."

She had said 'understand' to her many, many times, but this was the first time Xia Huan threw out the two words neatly.

Do not understand.

Whose child she wants to have, she decides for herself, no one is qualified to dictate, not even her Chu Shishi.

"It's right if you don't understand, this woman is completely perverted, so don't talk to her."

In the living room, a strange female voice came out for no reason.

Xia Huan was startled, and when she looked up, she saw a 25-year-old woman holding an ice cream and approaching her with a smile: "Xia Huan, right? I'm your big fan, can you sign it for me? It would be nice to have a group photo."

The appearance is not the kind of stunning beauty at first glance, but the skin is fair and clean, and the facial features are small and delicate, which is the type that becomes more attractive the more you look at it.

What's the matter with her?

Seeing that she just stared at her and didn't make a sound, the girl took her silence as her default, and hurriedly put down the ice cream: "You wait, I'll pick out a dress."

Turning around and running away, Dian Dian ran back after a while, and said with a smile: "My clothes are not here, I found a men's shirt, why don't you sign it first?"

As he spoke, he bit off a pen, bit the cap of the pen with his teeth, handed the pen to her, and then marked the position: "Sign here, make it more conspicuous."

Xia Huan took the pen in a daze, followed her intention in a daze, and just about to sign, a male voice came out of nowhere: "A stroke, a finger."

The tip of the pen that had already touched the shirt stopped abruptly.

Xia Huan closed her eyes heavily, and cursed silently in her heart.

Who the hell is that.

When he raised his eyes, he found that what appeared in front of him was just a high school student who looked underage. His appearance was clean and unpainted, like the white snow on the top of a snow-capped mountain, like a clear lake in an uninhabited land.

Without waiting for a breath to relax, his eyes fell down and landed on his blood-stained hands.

Taking a deep breath again, he watched helplessly as the boy leaned over and pulled out a tissue, slowly wiping away the blood that hadn't dried up.

Chu Shishi's red lips curled up in a playful arc: "Brother, how long has it been since you saw blood? Can't control yourself so much?"

"Ji Shengbai!"

Deng Meng's face turned pale: "Can you stop being so bloodthirsty? I hate seeing you like this."

The boy looked at her indifferently, and corrected: "No, you don't hate it."

"Hate it! I just left because I hated you like this! What I like is that clean and ignorant Ji Shengbai, not you, a demon who wants to kill people at every turn! You don't..."

A slight silver light flashed across the man's blood-stained palm, facing Xia Huan's eyebrows.

But his gaze was always on Deng Meng's face: "If you say you hate me again, I will make you hate me enough at once. You like her very much, don't you? Why don't I make her a specimen and give it to you? "

Make a bunch of... make her... her, her, her... make it into... what? ! ! !

Is this man sick? !
Xia Huan stood up suddenly, hugging herself very cautiously and vigilantly.

(End of this chapter)