Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

   And he didn’t shoot the woman and it’s fine, and... it was posted to a dilapidated resettlement community at the expense of that woman.

  Bought the house next door to that woman’s house and cooked for that woman...

   Not to mention the possibility of him buying a worthless **** house, just cooking is impossible!

  He never cooks, no! No need!

  In his capacity, he only needs to wait for others to deliver carefully cooked meals to his table every day.

  He cooks by himself?

How can it be?

  Ke Huo Yi, this kid said sternly, as if there really was such a thing.

   Li Beijue's unspeakable irritability, when Huo Yi was about to tell him about Chi En'en again, he interrupted violently, "Forget it, I don't want to listen!"

  He can never be so naive!

  It is even more impossible to chase a woman backwards!

  What kind of woman does he want, does he need him to chase behind?

  Unless that woman is as beautiful as a fairy!

  Li Beijue's mind involuntarily came up with the beautiful face that he saw at the airport. Obviously long and so-so, there is not much color, even the face is face to the sky, even the foundation is not applied, but I don't know why, he just remembers clearly. From her eyebrows to the shape of her red lips, she even remembers the long arc of her eyelashes.

  If this woman...

  He pressed his chest.

  Recovered fiercely and realized what he was doing.

  He was so impressed by a woman who had only seen each other once and only glanced at it. On this day, how many times did he **** remember that face? !

   "shi-t!" Li Beijue got up anxiously, kicking over the trash can in front of him.

  Huo Yicai helped him re-apply medicine to dress up the injury on his shoulder. He suddenly lost his temper and was startled, "Lord Sir?"

Li Beijue seemed to be burning an unknown fire in his chest. The powerless feeling that he wanted to vent but couldn’t find a place to vent, he didn’t even know why he wanted to vent, made him extremely irritable. He calmly said, "I will Take a bath."

  After finishing speaking, regardless of Huo Yi's words behind him, his wound should not be wet, and he walked straight to the bedroom—

   "Wow, la la la..." The sound of water in the bathroom rang.

ten minutes later.

  The man who took a cold shower came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe.

  I don’t know if it was because of the cold shower, his face looked much better, at least not as irritable as before.

  The sharp hair was dripping with water. He picked up a brand new towel, dried the water droplets on his hair, and threw the towel aside.

  There is an English detective story book in that place.

  How could there be such a book in the bedroom, who put it here?

  He frowned, bent over and picked up the detective novel.

Before    had time to open it, there was a knock on the door outside.

   "Lord, dinner is ready."

  He hadn’t eaten for a day, and his stomach was sore. Li Beijue put down the detective story book that he should never have appeared in his bedroom and went out.

  After dinner, it was almost early in the morning.

  He didn't intend to rest, but when he saw the detective novel he threw on the bedside just now, he didn't know why, so he picked it up awkwardly.

  I thought he would suffer from insomnia again tonight, but after reading a few stories, he closed his eyes for the first time and sank into the darkness...