Scheming Boss Hard To Please

Qiao Mo ran was stunned. Lin Rui's words, obviously, had something in them, but they were very implicit. She nodded and answered appropriately: "thank you, brother Lin, for your concern. I understand!"

Lin Rui went out and said to Qiao Mo ran at the door: "life is to be at ease and down-to-earth. People are not saviors. I wish you happiness."

Lin Rui left, Qiao Mo ran stood at the door, Leng for a long time.

Man is not the Savior, but is it about Zen?

She didn't want to think about it any more. She just closed the door. There was a bang, a sharp sound, and the glass broke. She looked back in a hurry and saw that Cao Zeming was struggling to get up from the sofa, as if he was looking for water, but he had dropped the cup on the tea table, and the glass had broken all over the floor, and other people had fallen from it.

The crystal lamp on the ceiling was shining brilliantly. His face was slightly lowered and he let out a low cry: "Er!"

"Don't move!" Qiao Mo ran exclaimed. "His hand had hit the broken glass, and the blood gushed out, and she felt her own blood rising to her throat. Run over and pull his arm. "Zemin, don't move!"

However, the drunken Cao Zeming narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the voice, and then looked at her, as if he was a little confused. He was full of wine smell, and his mouth was also full of wine gas. He just called out softly: "Mo Mo Mo?"

As if with doubt, like did not expect to be Qiao Mo ran, his head short-circuit general, Zheng for a long time, shaking his head, frown, seems to be headache.

And the blood on his hand, all of a sudden, a lot of it.

Qiao Mo was frightened and grabbed his hand on the glass.

He didn't seem to realize it before, but as soon as she pulled his arm, he hissed in pain because she touched him. She grabbed a cushion on the sofa and quickly swept the broken glass to the side. She reached out and hugged him, "get up and lie on the sofa first. Your stomach is bad. It will hurt when it's frozen!"

However, after taking a few breaths, Cao Zeming narrowed his eyes to see her. He seemed to be confirming that he was hesitating, and his reaction was a little slow.

How much wine did this guy drink?

Last time he was hospitalized for injection for stomach disease, but he still drinks like this. Is he dying or not?

She can't hold him, can only shout: "get up, I can't hold you, get up quickly, lie down on the sofa, I'll wrap the wound for you!"

"No!" He shakes his head, but he grabs her. She is unstable and presses on him.

When the smell of blood came, she felt a burst of pungent, especially the smell of wine, which made her feel choked.

He pulled her down, then hugged her, no matter how many wounds on his arm were still bleeding, so he looked at Qiao Mo ran, and his expression on his face was strange, and slowly seemed to be a little painful, then grievance, and then a variety of complex emotions.

Qiao Mo Ran's heart was pricked by his eyes, like a needle.

Maybe you can't love a person, but you can't help loving a person. People's heart is very complicated.

"Get up quickly. It's bleeding. You're in a bad mood. Tell me why you're going to drink muggy wine yourself?" She could not help blaming him for drinking like this.

However, he held her tightly. The distance between them was too close. She heard his heart beat and his breath. His face was right in front of him. His beautiful eyebrows, blurred eyes with various complex emotions. On that face, there was tangled pain. Regardless of his own hand injury, he lowered her head, and his breath brushed her face The last one turned over and he pressed her under him.

Fortunately, the glass was simply removed with a cushion, otherwise both of them would be stabbed.

She was in a hurry. She was pressed down by him and formed a very ambiguous posture. She couldn't move his tall body. She cried out angrily, "Cao Zeming, get up quickly. You should bandage yourself if you're crazy. Don't do this!"

He did not respond, but the expression of pain on his face was as deep as that of his face. His eyes were unfathomable and black like the end of the universe. He asked hoarsely, "what's wrong with me? Why not me? Why did you deliver yourself so easily Why? "

Qiao Mo was stunned and looked at him with wide eyes.

However, he lowered his head, buried his face in her neck socket, and continued in a soft voice: "I am very sad It's hard Why wasn't it mine the first time? Why? "

Qiao Mo ran encircled him. He did not struggle or blame him. He just stroked his back gently and said a word: "Ze ming, I'm sorry If you can't accept it, don't force Well... "

Before she finished, Cao Zeming had stopped her.

Strong wine gas into the mouth.

The air was full of wine, and the more she broke away, the more tightly she held him. The kiss interrupted and interrupted to spit out a few words, the voice with the ultimate grievance and the truth after drinking, a little easily touched her heartstrings: "Mo Mo, I feel bad, I feel bad, but not forced, no matter what others say I want you to I want youHe held her tightly, warm arms, strong arms, but she had never felt the fragility of men. His face was red, and his fingers gently stroked her face. The smell of blood was a little diffuse, and the blood on his arm was still flowing. It stimulated Qiao Mo ran, and she called out: "Ze ming, are you obedient? I beg you, get up

"Mo Mo, don't move!" He uttered a few words in his voice, which seemed to whisper in a low voice, and so he held her. "I can't get up, I want you to be heartbroken!"

This man! The vulnerability of this man's self abuse made her sad.

Her brain was once again blank, and her body trembled for a moment. Then she reached out and held his face. His breath was full of his smell. With the cold fragrance of wine, she couldn't think for a moment. She raised her head slightly, and a kiss fell on the tip of his nose. She whispered, "I've got heartache. Get up, will you listen?"

"No!" However, Cao Zeming shook his head and called out, "I'm sleepy and want to sleep!"

"No sleeping!" If he fell asleep on the ground, she would not be able to get him on the sofa or bed. She had to coax him up or yell at him. "Cao Zeming, get up! Do you hear me? If you don't listen, I'm really angry! "

"What's the big deal?" He gave a sudden grunt. "Threaten me!"

This tone is like a child coquettish, the head moved again, rubbed her neck.

"Qiao Mo ran," his face against her face, suddenly with a very serious and firm voice, word by word: "I want you, is sincere..."

In Chapter 278, don't speculate that there are only these words in

, which seems to have reached the limit and can no longer be said.

Qiao Mo ran was filled with thousands of emotions.

Loved, loved, what else does life want? Hurt, did not fall, to stand up again, she is still strong, as long as strong people, everything can not beat themselves.

Seeing him looking at himself, serious and tangled, her heart was sour.

Love can not ignore some things, do not love will not care.

His struggle, pain and entanglement are not without his own experience, the truth is, he did not deceive himself.

He cared and suffered. He married her sincerely and she didn't doubt it.

"You're drunk!" She said.

"No!" "I'm not drunk," he said hoarsely

"Then get up and don't say it here!" She whispered.

"I want you to be happy, don't be hurt by anyone, don't bully you!" His voice is full of texture in his hoarse voice and full of tenderness in his deep voice. "I want you to love me, only me!"

Qiao Mo ran Zheng ran, she can be like before, full of desire for love?

She always thought that marriage may not have love, and marriage with love is certainly good. However, this world, where there are so many love, will eventually be melted by the years, become a tiny dust in the universe, can not see! Can she love and trust a person with all her heart and soul to connect life, death, honor and disgrace with him?

"I want to!" She found it hard to love again and deeply.

"I don't lie to you, you can only love me!"

She can only avoid, light voice way: "Ze ming, you get up, my body is afraid of cold, ice will stomachache!"

Pressure on the body of the man's body a stiff, stagnant, did not move.

Qiao Mo ran just wanted to say it again. As a result, he suddenly turned over, because he couldn't find the direction and hit his head on the tea table.

"Er!" He called again.

Qiao Mo ran quickly to climb up, to pull him, a lot of effort, just put him on the sofa. He didn't expect that at this time, he would worry about her. She sighed, and found that her pajamas were covered with blood, and so was he. It looks terrible and ferocious, but the wound is no longer bleeding so much. She sighed with a sigh of melancholy. She was distressed.

She went to carry a basin of warm water, took a clean towel and came back to clean the wound. He leaned on the sofa, breathing, closed his eyes and grinning in pain.

She couldn't help saying, "aren't you afraid of pain? Can't stand the pain? Don't drink so much wine in the future. How can people with stomach trouble drink so much wine? Are you going to die? "

However, she was only talking to herself. Because, soon, he fell asleep, leaned on the sofa, the wound on his hand was still cleaning, he began to snore. Qiao Mo ran sighed. Seeing his closed eyes, he said he was not drunk. As a result, he fell asleep. He gently helped him clean up. Then he took a bath and covered him with a thin quilt. Then he took a medicine box to wipe the medicine for him.

Bandaged the wound, cleaned the broken glass of the living room again, and then put a soft cushion on the floor.

Qiao Mo ran didn't dare to sleep all the time. He went to see Zen and watched Cao Zeming in the living room. To embrace the wound, and to feed water, he has been shouting thirst, also called her name.

After about two hours, she fed him water again. He seemed to sober up a lot. He looked at her with open eyes, and then he was a little surprised."Awake?" She asked.