How can the president be fierce

Chapter 3153 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1715 My heart suddenly feels empty like a plain that has been completely burned by fire.

The girl blinked her big innocent eyes and looked at her with infinite sincerity: "But I promise I won't do it in the future. I won't grab anything from you, and I won't make you angry. I will depend on you for everything in the future, okay?" good?"

Ji Zhizhi lowered his eyes, showing no emotion.

Ji Yaoyao waited for a while before she made a sound, and then continued: "But Brother Zichuan, I really, really like him! I never thought of giving him to any woman, I really I can't live without him, can you be considerate and considerate of me?"

Can you understand and understand me?
She has forgiven her, who will forgive her?
Ji Zhizhi hung his head and fiddled with his wet hair, and after a while, he said softly, "What does Ji Zichuan mean?"

Ji Yaoyao was stunned: "...Huh?"

"I want to know what he means."

Ji Yaoyao bit her lip, and after a while, said: "He... he has been with me for the past two months, isn't his attitude very clear?"

That's right, he has been guarding her closely for the past two months, isn't his attitude very clear?
Ji Zhizhi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled deeply: "Yes, I see."

"sister……"

"I'm sleepy and going to sleep."

Ji Zhizhi walked to the bed, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly turned back to the door, locked the door from the inside, and then returned to the bed, without blowing his hair, just lay down and fell asleep.

……

Two in the morning.

The doorknob turned slightly, but unexpectedly the door did not open.

In the dark corridor, the man's straight body visibly stiffened.

Just so silent, standing there straight for nearly half an hour, a low sigh sounded in the quiet space.

He paced to the window, raised his hand and opened the window, smoked a cigarette, and lit it.

In the middle of winter, fine snowflakes fell one after another, illuminated by the silver moonlight, and the huge season house was surprisingly cold and empty.

I smoked one cigarette after another, until the east was slightly pale, and then there was the sound of the door being gently opened.

Ji Zhizhi was wearing a pair of knee-length black boots, a thin black sweater with a red coat on his upper body, and only a small part of his legs above his knees were exposed, white and slender.

She probably didn't expect him to be outside all the time, she was obviously taken aback for a while, but soon returned to her original expression: "Morning."

He didn't ask him if he hadn't slept all night or just woke up early, and he simply said the word 'morning', so clean and without any emotion.

Ji Zichuan frowned, staring at her figure who turned and left, his heart suddenly felt empty like a plain that had been completely burned by fire.

Only a piece of charred black remained.

……

The pancakes were not as good as expected either.

She frowned, threw it aside, and tasted the sandwich she made together, her brows relaxed, um, this tastes pretty good.

While eating, Ji Zichuan walked in, his eyes fell on a table of breakfast.

American muffins, waffles and cereal.

Seeing him coming in, she casually raised her hand to say hello: "Well, if you're hungry, let's eat together. It happens that there are a lot of things to make, but the taste is not guaranteed!"

As he spoke, he leaned over and poured him a glass of juice.

She doesn't like to eat Western-style meals. The breakfast on weekdays is basically Chinese-style, such as steamed buns, deep-fried dough sticks, soy milk, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, chaos...

The chef at home cooks her food in different ways almost every day.

(End of this chapter)