How can the president be fierce

Chapter 3049 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1611 He will get through it.

With her hands pressed against the elevator wall slightly closed, she stared at the vague silhouette of the man reflected in the elevator wall in front of her, and her voice was colder than ever: "Isn't it just a younger sister who died? Mr. Bei, why are you talking to me?" Like the sky is falling?"

No, just, dead, a, sister, sister, what?

Deathly silence.

It has been several months since Bei Qianqian passed away. In such a huge isolated city, no one dared to mention this name in the media, in public, or even in private. The thorn in the side of the group.

Such a taboo name, but now she said it with an understatement, "Isn't it just a younger sister?"

So a quiet and cowardly woman who has nothing to do with the world can turn out to be so sharp and vicious to poke at other people's weaknesses!When he was most defenseless.

"At the beginning, I was really moved to see your aloof appearance, but now I've really had enough."

She frowned, and broke his hand vigorously with both hands, not caring about whether it would hurt him or not. After struggling several times, she finally broke free, and the two finally faced each other face to face.

She looked up at his handsome face in the elevator, which was so cold that it could almost scrape off a layer of frost, with unconcealable irritability and boredom gathered between her brows and eyes: "I asked for 20 yuan, and I gave you a feeling that I was forced Is it the illusion of leaving helplessly? I’m really sorry, if I knew this, I should have asked for tens of millions, a few villas and a few luxury cars from the beginning! It’s better than being entangled by you who have no fun…"

The word "wrap" was still lingering on the tip of the tongue, but it stopped suddenly because of the big hand that suddenly grabbed his throat.

With one hand still propped against the elevator wall next to her ear, he half-bent down, the gaze that looked straight into her eyes was like two sharp daggers, wishing to cut her alive.

But a few seconds later, the extremely angry gaze dispersed unconsciously.

Lost focus, obviously looking at her, but seems to have penetrated her...

It seemed to be relieved all of a sudden.

The elevator door opened, he let go of her neck, turned around, straightened his back, and left.

He wasn't walking very slowly, he was still walking calmly and calmly, but his back revealed a sense of boundless desolation.

The sharp coolness spread all the way into the elevator, easily permeating her flesh and blood, reaching the deepest part of her bone marrow.

An Luo closed her eyes, raised her hand and tightened her clothes tightly.

He'll get through it.

He survived the loss of Hao Xiaoman.

When he lost Bei Qianqian, he survived.

Such a small parting now, compared to what he had endured before, was too light.

He'll get over it soon.

……

two months later.

This year's first snow fell in succession, quite sincerely.

An Ning hadn't seen snow in ten years, so she was very excited. It was past 11 o'clock, and she insisted on taking her out for a stroll. An Luo had no choice but to put on her clothes again and accompany her downstairs.

An Ning was stepping on the snow footprints in front, and she followed behind to watch, telling her not to slip and fall from time to time.

As she was walking, the phone in her pocket rang. She took it out to look at the caller ID, frowned in doubt, but quickly picked it up: "Young Master Bai, are you looking for me?"

"Did you disturb your rest?" In the snowstorm, the man's voice was a little colder than the surrounding air.

(End of this chapter)