How can the president be fierce

Chapter 672 Just bear with it for a few more days, just to collect her body.

Gu Mian locked herself in the room for three days and three nights, neither eating nor drinking nor opening the door.

This is the rhythm of intending to starve myself to death.

On the evening of the third day, the man who had been reluctant to show up for a long time finally appeared in the villa, with heavy haze in his eyes.

The temperature of the entire living room has dropped a lot.

Qing Xiaomo was drinking milk on the sofa, and after a while she shivered from the cold, took a blanket to cover herself: "It's not bad, it's quite bearable, let's bear it for a few more days, just to collect her body. "

The man's back was straight and stiff, and he went straight upstairs without saying a word.

Qing Xiaomo thought of the fact that Xiaozheng came here again with a cheeky face today, and just fell asleep at the moment, if he kicked the door roughly or something and woke him up, there would probably be another commotion.

The young master had a bad temper when he didn't wake up, which is not a natural thing, he probably inherited the temper of his mother who didn't know where he was.

Hastily put down the milk cup and went upstairs, only to find that Yohji had already gone in.

After thinking about it, she was right, the locked door was very troublesome for her, but it was almost as difficult as opening a curtain for this man.

……

There was no heating or lights in the guest bedroom, and the whole room was as dark and cold as an ice cellar.

Yohji turned on the light casually, and the handsome face carefully sculpted by God was so indifferent that no trace of emotion could be seen.

Gu Mian curled up beside the bed with bare feet, her gaze first fell on the pair of polished black leather shoes he was stepping on, and moved up a little bit.

The tailor-fit high-end handmade suit, the short black hair is meticulously groomed, and the handsome face like a knife and ax is not concealed in the slightest, showing sharp sharpness and strong atmosphere of shopping malls.

It's like a completely different person.

Her elder brother didn't have such an aggressive and chilly aura around him, and he wouldn't look at her with such a sharp gaze.

Her elder brother is an ordinary migrant worker with a salary of only 4000 yuan a month. His clothes are simple and plain, and his breath is clean and pure.

The face in memory began to blur, and a huge shadow shrouded from the top of the head.

His jaw was clenched by the man's cold fingers, and his clear and clean voice became low and indifferent: "Did I teach you not to give up on yourself at any time?"

Have it?

It seems to have been.

Gu Mian's eyes fell on the wrist of the hand that was clasping her chin. Under the light, the precious diamond watch worth seven figures made her eyes burn and hurt.

"Why didn't you wear the watch that woman gave you that day? ... Or is it just a new gift?"

In the hoarse voice, it is not difficult to hear traces of ridicule.

There was a sudden sharp pain in the jaw, and the strength of the man's fingertips was so strong that it almost crushed her bones: "Gu Mian, it's not your turn to ask about my affairs. I just need to learn from you, understand?"

Such stern words were strange as if they had never been seen before.

The pain tore at the nerves, but Gu Mian felt inexplicably wanting to laugh, and then she really laughed: "What? You are only allowed to cling to the rich and powerful to make a fool of a rich woman, and I am not allowed to find a rich boyfriend? Since we want to sell it, then we brothers and sisters will sell it together, what is the backbone, after all, money is everything, isn't it?"

Since we want to sell it, then we brothers and sisters will sell it together...

There was a gloomy and hostile energy rolling in Yohji's eyes, like the billowing black clouds in the sky before the doomsday, staying in front of her clean and indifferent eyes, unable to fade away, unable to dissipate, but unable to do any further harm.

　Ask what love is in the world, but one thing yields another thing, Yohji, you also have today. . . . (.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)