How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1953 Sweet Marriage Chapter 514 Don't call me sister-in-law anymore.

Don't know what to say.

What kind of stimulation did Lin Wanqing receive... She knew very well that the joy of watching her lover return from a near-death gave her a desperate urge, not to mention ruin, even death, I'm afraid she She also had to stand in the place of Nan Mubai's woman and die.

It wasn't until the sports car stopped outside the Nanzhai and before Li got out of the car that she asked him, "Did Nan Mubai say anything about it?"

Third Young Master Bei blinked his Danfeng eyes: "Uh..."

No indication.

No indication, is it the default?
Hao Xiaoman was silent for a few seconds before forcing a smile: "Thank you for sending me here."

……

The South House, where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, is now the time for the workers to work. Hao Xiaoman walked through it all the way, bathed in all kinds of malicious eyes, inexplicably a little dumbfounded.

Neither Nan Zhengqiao nor Mrs. Nan was at home. In the living room, the maids were cleaning. When they saw her, they still called out "Young Madam" respectfully, but exchanged glances blatantly in front of her.

Hao Xiaoman went straight up to the second floor, walked through the corridor, and came to Xiyuan.

Standing outside the bedroom hesitated for a moment, just as he was about to raise his hand, the door opened from the inside first.

Lin Wanqing was holding a cup, which was used by Nan Mubai to drink coffee on weekdays. Seeing her, she was obviously stunned: "Xiao, Xiaoman."

Hao Xiaoman smiled: "Sister-in-law."

No matter what she disclosed to the media, so far, she has not divorced Nan Muqing, and she has not divorced Nan Mubai either. It is not an exaggeration to call her sister-in-law when they meet.

But Lin Wanqing's face turned pale, and her voice wasn't too loud, but there was a hint of anger: "Don't call me sister-in-law, starting today, I..."

"I'll go and have a look at him first, and we'll talk about it another day if we have anything to say." Hao Xiaoman said in a low voice, and after he finished speaking, he bypassed her and walked straight in.

In the bedroom, there was a smell of disinfectant mixed with medicinal fragrance. The man was wearing a soft black round-neck thin sweater on his upper body, and he was sitting on the head of the bed. There was a notebook on the computer desk in front of him.

I don't know if he closed the notebook before hearing her voice, or he was not working in the first place. When she walked over, the man had already looked up.

He didn't seem to have changed much, except that he was a little thinner and his face was a little more angular, but he didn't see the slightest sign of being down and out after returning from a calamity.

Her eyes fell from his face all the way, and finally fixed on his legs under the quilt.

Her throat was inexplicably dry, she swallowed with difficulty, her voice was still very hoarse: "Is the injury serious? Can I... can I take a look?"

While her eyes were looking at the man all the way, the man's dark and sharp eyes had already looked at her calmly, and finally fell on her hands wearing a pair of thin gloves.

"Come here." He raised his hand.

Hao Xiaoman didn't put his hand in his palm, but just took a few steps forward, and quietly hid his hand behind him, but it was still held by him in the end.

The gloves were easily taken off, and the woman's originally white and slender fingers were still slightly swollen at the moment, and she also had frostbite on the back of her hand, and she could still smell the fragrance of the ointment vaguely.

The man didn't speak, and his warm fingers gently caressed hers, almost a painful touch.

She twitched, but didn't take it back.

She could only comfort her with a voice: "It's just a little bit cold, take the medicine well, and it will be fine in two days."

(End of this chapter)