How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1828 Sweet Marriage Chapter 389 Next time I won't dare, so don't be angry.

She closed the book, sat up straight, and looked at him with a guilty face: "I'm sorry, I didn't see his appearance... Otherwise, I will find someone to draw a portrait of him."

Once the appearance is revealed, it will be much easier to find this person.

Nan Mubai didn't know if it was too tired or he didn't want to mention this matter to her again, so he said 'it's okay' lightly, and went into the bathroom.

Hao Xiaoman bit his lip, looking down at his hand on the book.

She knew that she had caused him trouble again, but... the feeling of cleaning the man's wound tonight, looking for bullets and then stitching the wound was still lingering in her mind.

It's hard to describe what kind of feeling it was, regardless of who the man lying under her hand was, but the feeling of resuscitating a dying person was really amazing.

If she said she didn't regret saving that man, would Nan Mubai throw her out of the window on the second floor in a fit of anger?
She silently closed the book, turned off the light on her side, and lay down.

Five minutes later, the mattress beside her sank heavily, and the man's slender and powerful arms habitually crossed her waist, bringing her into his arms, and a hoarse and cold voice rang in his ears: "What are you doing?" Didn't you ever think that if I wasn't the one chasing him tonight, you might be shot dead the moment you went downstairs?"

Hao Xiaoman was startled, and turned to look at him.

Was he so angry not because she saved the man, but because she took the risk and went downstairs alone?
She bit her lip, and after a moment of silence, she said in a muffled voice: "He pointed at me with a gun and forced me to go downstairs. I thought he was trying to trick me, but I didn't expect..."

Obviously, the killer knew them well.

Nan Mubai didn't speak any more.

Hao Xiaoman waited for a few minutes but did not hear his voice, thinking that he was asleep, afraid of waking him up, carefully looked up, but met the man's deep and cold eyes.

The little heart trembled unpreparedly in fright.

She covered her chest with one hand, frowned and stared at him: "I thought you were asleep! Why didn't you talk when you were not asleep, trying to scare me to death?"

The hand on her waist moved up, landed on her chin, and clasped it gently: "How many times do I have to say it before you stop running around? Do you want me to deprive you of Mrs. Nan Shao's everything?" Right, if you are guarded like a prisoner, will you be obedient?"

Let her continue to be so willful, sooner or later, she will jump into the trap designed for her by others.

Obviously it was just an angry remark when he was angry, but Hao Xiaoman inexplicably had the illusion that he was really seriously considering whether to imprison her.

If there is no freedom, what is the difference from being in prison?
Her face turned pale, and she hurriedly apologized: "I was wrong, I was wrong, next time I won't dare, so don't be angry."

"I don't feel your sincerity."

He stared at her with fixed eyebrows, his jaw line was stern and indifferent: "Xiao Man, this time I want you to deeply reflect on your mistakes."

Hao Xiaoman suddenly had a very bad premonition, moved his head back, and looked at him vigilantly: "...how to review?"

"Within three days, write me a [-]-word self-criticism."

Hao Xiaoman blinked, wondering if there was something wrong with her hearing, she made a gesture of piercing her ears, and approached him: "Write, write a self-criticism of how many words?"

"Twenty thousand characters, punctuation marks are not counted."

"..."

(End of this chapter)