How can the president be fierce

Chapter 2209 Sweet Marriage Chapter 770 Such a look seems to have been seen for thousands of years.

While talking, he tapped the boxy box with his fingers: "Why don't you open it to see what it is?"

Hao Xiaoman sat down on the sofa, held up the box and put it beside him: "Take it apart, of course."

After finishing speaking, propping the box on one elbow and holding the phone in both hands, he started texting Xiao Miao.

Nan Mubai waited patiently for a while, then got up and walked around the coffee table and sat down beside her, with the beautifully packaged box between them.

She texts, he drinks and watches TV.

After Hao Xiaoman finished sending the text message, he put away the phone, and went into the bedroom with the box in his arms.

Nan Mubai raised his hand to loosen the tie vigorously, stared at the TV for a while in a little irritability, and suddenly put down his wine glass, got up and followed the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Hao Xiaoman was sitting cross-legged on the bed and unpacking boxes.

The man stood by the bed, casually took off his coat, and unbuttoned his shirt one by one, moving slowly as if he was shooting a slow motion.

Until Hao Xiaoman raised his hand and took out an exquisitely made and extremely cute chinchilla from the box, as well as a small delicate photo frame on the back of the chinchilla.

That's a photo.

The old photos have not been processed by modern technology, nor have they been modified by any Meitu software, leaving them yellow and blurred, showing a sense of time-staggered memory.

Obviously, it was a photo taken from a distance. It was probably an outdoor sports enthusiast who bumped into the villa by mistake. He saw this scene, so he took it.

Just don't know how the North Brahma Bank got it.

Across the fence and the lush bushes, in the courtyard of an independent small villa, crimson cherry blossoms covered the branches, and the courtyard was full of flying petals.

A little girl wearing a dark green tutu skirt who looked like she was only five or six years old was sitting on a small bench, frowning on the table, struggling to write something.

Two meters away from the right back, in a white lounge chair, a handsome and indifferent young man was holding a thick book in his hands, but his eyes focused on the little girl's face.

That kind of gaze is clean and clear, as if it has been seen for thousands of years.

The weather was fine that day, the sky was very blue, and there were a few cotton candy-like white clouds floating in the sky. The wind was sunny, probably the most refreshing and pleasant season at the transition of spring and summer.

There is a gentle and quiet breath blowing towards the face.

Hao Xiaoman no longer remembers when this happened, and has no memory of it at all.

The photo was taken away from his hand, and the slender handsome man propped the mattress with one hand, pinched the photo with the other hand, narrowed his eyes for a while, and suddenly smiled.

Hao Xiaoman took the photo back angrily: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at you, you were uglier before than you are now!"

After leaving a word, the man got up and went straight into the bathroom.

Hao Xiaoman froze in place dumbfounded, he couldn't believe that this guy would laugh at others so wildly because of his good looks!

Bullying, people, too, even!

……

When Nan Mubai came out of the shower, Hao Xiaoman had already fallen asleep, with his back turned to him.

He casually wiped the water droplets on his short hair, then opened the quilt, leaned over to lie down, but suddenly stopped.

A large piece of water stains took up most of the bed.

Hao Xiaoman seemed to be woken up, rubbed his eyes and turned over, glanced at him, and said: "Oh, I accidentally knocked over the water glass when I drank water... You should go back to your apartment to sleep, Just a few meters away."

(End of this chapter)