How can the president be fierce

Chapter 3081 Sweet marriage 1643 Is it cold?
"I still think you quarreled with your parents, is it because of me?"

"You think too much."

The man gave her an ambiguous answer, and flicked her forehead with his fingers: "Eat, I'll watch a movie with you after dinner."

He didn't seem to want to talk about this matter much, so An Luo couldn't continue to ask questions, so she lowered her head and drank the soup silently.

He bought a lot of movies, and even knew that she likes to watch ocean series thrillers. An Luo flipped through them one by one, while quietly giving him an appreciative look.

The cold wind was howling outside, separated by a window, and the room was warm and comfortable. An Luo looked at it with gusto, and when she lowered her head, the man beside her fell asleep at some point, with her head leaning on her arm, and his usually condensed and serious eyebrows and eyes rarely appeared. Come out a little gentle and easy-going.

When he used to be a maid in the North Residence, he basically didn't come back until early in the morning, and he had to be busy in the study for a while after he came back. He went to work before 7 o'clock in the morning, smoked and drank heavily, and often took sleeping pills... …

Such an out-and-out workaholic can actually adapt to the routine of normal people, falling asleep on time at 9 pm and waking up on time at 6 am.

Take a shower, change into a more comfortable casual outfit, and then go downstairs to make two breakfasts in person. After having breakfast with her, sometimes I will read a book with her, and sometimes I will chat with her for a while. Time to just listen to her quietly...

As the days went by, the sense of alienation in his body that refused to be thousands of miles away obviously weakened a lot, and the eyes that looked at her were no longer cold. If she was lucky, she could occasionally catch his lips. The corner flashed a light smile.

This is probably the first time in his life that he shared his 24 hours a day with the same person.

No work, no negotiation, no dinner, just sleeping, reading, watching movies, chatting...

How nice it would be if it could continue like this...

She frowned, lightly touched the man's arm on her waist with her fingertips, and lowered her head to kiss his cheek lightly.

……

A month later, An Luo was finally able to get out of bed and walk a little bit. Taking advantage of the good weather, Bei Fan Xing took her to the yard to bask in the sun.

The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing. It was the time when it was warm and cold, and all the life frozen in winter was slowly recovering. Even the air was filled with the breath of spring.

From a distance, I saw a black private car parked outside the villa.

A lady got out of the car and stood outside the door watching them.

The distance was too far, An Luo couldn't see the expression on her face at all, but she could vaguely recognize it was Mrs. Bei.

Turning her head to look at the man sitting next to her who was drinking coffee indifferently: "Ms. Bei is here."

As if he didn't hear her at all, Bei Fanxing raised his hand to help her brush the hair on her forehead: "Is it cold? Shall I get you a coat?"

An Luo is not stupid, he hasn't left here for a few days, and she more or less knows that he is having a conflict with the second elder of the Bei family.

"Talk to her, you can't be so stiff all the time."

She smiled, and her clear and moist voice was rippling in the breeze, making people feel unspeakably happy: "That incident was just an accident, we didn't know that Wen Qingqing was also in the hospital at that time, and Mom was just worried I took the medicine, which caused the deformity of the child, and I did it just in case, and it was also a good intention..."

(End of this chapter)