How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1867 Sweet Marriage Chapter 428 Are you going to divorce?
"How else can it be solved?"

She shrugged her shoulders with a calm face: "Now the matter is very clear. Deng Meng thinks that Third Young Master Bei is a good man and wants to try to get along with him. Professor He, you have been pestering Deng Meng for so many years, and you have done the right thing all these years How many things have been done wrong, you know in your heart, a woman's heart is not made of diamonds, after being stabbed by you for so long, is it a bit too much for you to want her to be devoted to you?"

He Teng squinted his eyes, the bloody viciousness in his eyes hadn't passed, and he looked at her coldly: "Have you ever seen a couple who have never quarreled or hurt each other? How dare you pat your chest to ensure that Mu Bai is not hurt?" over your heart?"

She nodded: "yes, so I'm discussing divorce with him now!"

In a word, it freezes the people in the whole box.

The stern man who had been sitting on the sofa drinking whiskey was the first to look over upon hearing this, and two cold eyes fell straight into her eyes: "Are you going to get a divorce?"

As always, the tone was maintained below zero, and no gloating or other emotions could be heard.

"Yup!"

"No."

Two voices, a man and a woman, sounded in unison, and after they finished speaking, they both glanced at each other.

Before Hao Xiaoman could speak again, Nan Mubai had already repeated: "No, she's just losing her temper. She's been yelling about divorce since the first day we got married. These two words are probably enough for her to yell again. 50 years."

The implication is that she will never want to divorce him in 50 years.

Hao Xiaoman was displeased, and wanted to refute at first, but it was not good to give him a wrong hint in front of Beifanxing by insisting that he wanted a divorce.

After thinking about it, I endured it.

Bei Fanxing frowned, shook the wine glass in his hand, raised his head and drank it down, his tone was still indifferent: "Who can say for sure what happened 50 years ago, the person who swore to be your wife a year ago, After 1 year, they will still abandon you."

Hao Xiaoman choked.

Nan Mubai glanced at her coldly.

While holding an ice pack to apply to his swollen cheeks, Third Young Master Bei silently glanced at the three people who had a strange atmosphere. So, did my sister-in-law come tonight to sacrifice herself for others and draw the flames of war on herself?

After a moment of silence, Hao Xiaoman coughed lightly: "It's getting late, and the door of our dormitory is about to close. Deng Meng and I will go back first. If you have any problems, you can find another time to solve them."

Before he got up, he was stopped by the man on the sofa in a cold voice: "Come back to the South Residence with me tonight."

In front of so many people, she didn't want to refuse too bluntly. After thinking about it, she smiled kindly at him: "But I still have a lot of classes tomorrow."

Nan Mubai, however, acted as if he hadn't heard her words at all, and stood up calmly: "You can settle your affairs by yourself, Xiaoman and I will leave first."

After the words fell, he walked past her in an unhurried manner, and held her hand with great strength, not to pinch her, nor to be easily thrown away by her.

Hao Xiaoman's face changed slightly: "I really want to go back to the dormitory to sleep! I have class at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning! It's too far from Nanzhai to school!"

"I'll wake you up early."

"Nan Mubai!"

As soon as she walked out of the box, she stood still and refused to take a step forward, and stared at him coldly: "I don't want to go back with you, and I don't want to sleep on the same bed with you, don't force me!"

The man walked out a few steps ahead of her. Hearing this, he was silent for a few seconds before turning around, but his big hand held her cold little hand tightly from beginning to end: "You don't want to sleep in the same bed with me, who do you want to sleep with?" On the same bed? Sanskrit?"

　Peking University expressed a little excitement... hee hee...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)