How can the president be fierce

Chapter 692 You still don't bother to beat the mandarin ducks.

"So? Are you the former or the latter?"

"I?"

Qing Xiaomo laughed at herself: "I'm even worse! He and I are a combination of the former and the latter! Sometimes I like him so much that I search for his news on various websites and watch his videos until midnight. I don't feel sleepy at three or four o'clock, and sometimes I hate him so much that I wish I could never see him in my life."

After saying this, even she herself was taken aback.

She never thought about whether or not she liked Liang Musheng, and how much she liked it. She didn't even notice that she always read the news about him when she was free.

Ethan was completely silent.

He held a few pieces of candy in his fingers, but he didn't put them down in the coffee cup for a long time.

According to her logic, it is not known whether he is lucky or unlucky.

Maybe he was lucky, missed the vigorous love, and got a light like water.

The tomb of marriage is too fragile, and it can't bear too vigorous love at all, because they care too much and cannot tolerate a grain of sand, and sooner or later they will be crushed.

Qing Xiaomo suddenly pushed the coffee away: "Is there any wine? Drinking coffee is so boring, let's drink a bar, it's my practice for you! From now on, you escaped and ascended to heaven, and I will continue to suffer in my hell, Let's see if we can make it through."

Ethan smiled wryly, bent down to open the cabinet under the bar, and took out a few bottles of wine from it: "It's been so hard, why don't you jump out?"

Now that I have seen clearly that what is needed in marriage is not a vigorous love, why do you refuse to let go?
Qing Xiaomo took the wine glass, frowned and drank it down, the hot liquid slid down her throat, irritating her nerves.

Can't say a word.

……

The noon sun was shining brightly above, and the drunk and unconscious little woman on the sofa fell asleep, completely unaware of the danger around her.

The heater was still turned on in the living room, but it still couldn't stop the chill emanating from the man's body.

Xihe lit a cigarette leisurely, tsk tut and shook his head: "That man seems to be leaving. When I passed by, she was already drunk. She was crying and fussing while hugging him. She was very reluctant to part with him!"

As he spoke, he stared at Liang Musheng's increasingly gloomy handsome face with his small eyes, and continued to add fuel to the flames: "You'd better not bother to beat the mandarin ducks, I, a man who hangs around romantic places all the year round, can't stand it .”

Holding him and crying and fussing?
Reluctant?

Hit the mandarin ducks?

Xihe's seemingly careless words turned into sharp needles in the blink of an eye, and the scarlet in Liang Musheng's eyes became more and more intense.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, violently tore off the tie with one hand and threw it aside, bent down and picked her up horizontally, striding upstairs.

Xiga gloated and joked behind him: "Hey, you have to control yourself, if you are too rough, you will be accused of domestic violence."

……

pain.

The first feeling when the consciousness returns to the cage is pain.

From head to toe, limbs and bones, every inch of nerves was buzzing to her complaining about the inhuman torture and abuse just suffered.

Qing Xiaomo slowly opened her eyes, and there was darkness in front of her eyes, only the man's heavy arms resting on her waist, and the even and steady breathing sound from behind.

For a few seconds, the mind is completely blank.

In the last few seconds of her memory, she was still drinking with Ethan. The man's thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his thin lips moved slightly, as if he was talking about something, but the voice was too vague to distinguish at all.

No way……

(End of this chapter)