How can the president be fierce

Chapter 2361 Sweet Marriage Chapter 922 He pretends to be concerned about losing a piece of meat?
Fortunately, the road is wide enough and the lights are bright, so I don't feel very scared.

It was the sound of the wind blowing up the leaves and flapping behind her, which seemed a little eerie. She turned her head every few steps and always felt that someone was following her.

Until the sound of 'Deng Meng' came from behind her, she suddenly stopped, her extremely tense nerves were also relaxed by the familiar clear voice.

Looking back, he saw Ji Shengbai running towards him.

The light and shadow overlapped, he was habitually wearing a casual suit with no recognizable brand, and his running posture was sunny, which was surprisingly attractive. Deng Meng stood where he was, waiting for him to run all the way to him.

It was about tens of meters away, but there was no sign of panting when I ran here, as if I just took a leisurely walk.

He stood still in front of her, his dark eyes were clean and clear: "I feel a little scared, why don't you take me back to my apartment first, and then I'll drive you here."

Deng Meng looked up at him, but she didn't get angry or despise him because of his useless sentence 'I feel a little scared'.

This was the first time that she looked at him at night, on the street.

Only then did I realize that the clean and clear eyes, which were black and white during the day, seemed to change color at night, like... the blue night of summer night, dotted with dots of starlight, like jewels, dazzling.

When he came back to his senses, the man had followed him far, far away.

She didn't even remember what she said at all, and when she followed him, as if the memory of those few minutes was completely lost.

Blank.

Subconsciously, she raised her wrist and stroked her forehead, ohno, this is not a good omen.

Stand still, look up at him solemnly: "I'll be home soon, you are a big man, cover your face, no one will see your beauty, so they won't be interested in you."

As he said, he took out a mask from his bag, tiptoed to put it on for him, tidied it up again, and patted him on the shoulder: "Perfect! It's done, let's go."

Ji Shengbai stood still, Mo Lan's eyes staring at her without blinking.

Deng Meng raised her hand and scratched her hair, coughed dryly, and waved to him, "Good night!"

With that said, he ran back at a quick trot.

Running back to the North Residence in one breath, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

What the hell, different people have different fates. If it was Xiaoman, let alone 9 o'clock in the evening, even at 1 o'clock in the morning, she would dare to walk around at night in a fancy dress!
That is a delicate flower protected by Satan!

Tsk tsk shook his head, and looked left and right anxiously to make sure that He Teng was not waiting to block her, so he ran back to the side building in a hurry.

Bei Mosheng hadn't slept yet, and was sitting on the sofa reading a book, with a blanket on his legs habitually, as gentle and elegant as a handsome young man in ancient times.

Seeing her coming back, Dong's little face flushed, and he smiled slightly: "You're back?"

He never asked her where she was going, and he never asked whether she was on the day shift, night shift or substitute shift. Anyway, when she came back, it counted, and if she didn't come back, she would be dragged.

Deng Meng couldn't imagine how this seemingly gentle and considerate man could actually be so cold-blooded. After all, she was also his wife in name, and he would lose a piece of meat if he pretended to be concerned?
Well, well, I know he has other women in his heart.

(End of this chapter)