How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1528 Sweet Marriage 89 Don't worry, I never hit women.

Every word, sonorous and forceful, resounding, is her final declaration of war against him!

In the past, she had nothing, and there was nothing she could do except to swallow the hatred and humiliation with gritted teeth.

But it's different now, Rong Feifei's younger brother Rong Zihao is about to be deprived of all his assets, and Nan Mubai, Rong Feifei's most steadfast backer in her life, married Hao Xiaoman...

Rong Feifei's wings are being weakened little by little, maybe one day in the near future, she might really be able to fight back.

……

A few days after Rong Feifei was discharged from the hospital, Chen Yi's injuries were almost healed, and it was time for the start of school, so she was discharged from the hospital.

After Hao Xiaoman settled him down, he went back to the apartment by car. As soon as he got downstairs, he saw the familiar black Cayenne.

Lin Qian opened the car door and bowed to her respectfully: "Young madam, sir is waiting for you."

Hao Xiaoman didn't say much, just bent over and got into the car, and looked at the man beside him through the dim light: "What's wrong?"

A warm and indifferent voice sounded in my ears: "Take you home."

Hao Xiaoman frowned: "Oh..."

After being silent for a while, he said quietly again: "I went to New York on a business trip for a week these days, so I didn't mean not to see you."

"……Oh."

"I didn't receive your call and text message, does it mean that you haven't called me or sent me a text message?"

"……Um."

"Still angry about that?"

"No."

Once his eyes adapted to the darkness, he could clearly see the tight lines of his face, and one could imagine how bad his mood was at the moment.

Nan Mubai didn't speak any more, she just sat beside him silently without making a sound.

In the darkness, his hand suddenly clasped hers silently, and then he clasped his fingers tightly.

Is this a silent gesture of goodwill?

The corners of her lips curled into a small arc, she was silent for a while, but she still couldn't help asking: "I heard from Bei San Shao that you beat Rong Zihao into a pig's head?"

She repeated Bei San Shao's analogy exactly.

Nan Mubai's long fingers holding her hand tightened quietly: "No, don't listen to his nonsense."

"Yes, there is, why say no?" She frowned, dissatisfied.

In the darkness, the man's voice was low: "I don't want you to know my violent side."

...It turned out to be because of this.

Afraid that she would have a bad impression when she saw the side of him beating someone, did she hold back that night?
After a long time, his deep voice came from above his head again: "Don't worry, I seldom use violence, and I never hit women."

The car is very quiet, the temperature is just right, and the posture is just right, you can feel his gently rising and falling chest, and the warm breath from his breath.

As if she hadn't slept for a whole month, she was suddenly very sleepy, leaning against his arms and drowsy, half dreaming and half awake, when she heard his words, her voice was warm and pleasant.

The hand around his waist tightened unknowingly, she gave a vague 'um', and soon fell asleep.

……

After the car stopped, she woke up in a daze. When she opened her eyes, it was not the familiar noble apartment.

Under the bright street lamps, one can clearly see that they are two huge mahogany gates, which are tightly closed, and a gold plaque is hung on them, and the solemn and solemn "South House" word catches the eye.

Hao Xiaoman shivered, and instantly woke up: "Where is this?"

"Home." A simple and straightforward word.

It was an unfamiliar word to her.

(End of this chapter)