The Devil President is a Baddy!

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"No ... no!" Su Yihan's whole body was still soft just after she had a serious illness. She wanted to reach out to push the man against her, but she couldn't make any effort.

This is what she forced him to do, but she didn't want it! Leng Xichen thought angrily and continued to kiss her neck.

"Let me go!" Her voice was hoarse.

Her body temperature had originally dropped a little, but she was so shocked that it soared to more than thirty-nine degrees at this time, and even the exhaled gas was hot.

Pressed under him, because of the high fever, her breath was very unstable, her chest was violently undulating, and now she was very uncomfortable and had no strength to fight him.

Seeing her like this, Leng Xichen's heart burst into distress.

"Be my woman!" He commanded her aggressively.

"Impossible!" Su Yihan simply refused.

"I just announced to you that I didn't let you choose!" Leng Xichen said, tearing open her clothes and bowing her head to kiss her smooth skin.

"Even if you get my person, you can never get my heart!" Although her voice was a little weak, her tone was unprecedentedly firm.

"Bang!" Leng Xichen hit him with a punch.

With a crunch, his fist was wiped a centimeter from her right face, and the window in the left rear seat was smashed.

The driver Lao Li was so scared that he didn't dare to say a word. Today's young master is really terrifying.

The next time, the car was all strangely silent.

Back at the villa, Leng Xichen took off his coat and threw it on Su Yihan, covering the torn place with him, then walked off the car.

"Feng Deming, arrange her to work in the kitchen tomorrow!" He said to the housekeeper while walking inside.

"Master, do you mean Miss Su? But her body is just right, and she needs to rest in bed." Feng Deming glanced worriedly at Su Yihan who had come down from the car. At this time, her body was still very weak, looking like A gust of wind can blow her down.

"She still has the strength to escape, I think she is very good!" Throwing this sentence, Leng Xichen went straight up the stairs on the second floor.

"Miss Su, this ..." Feng Deming looked at her embarrassedly.

"I'm fine." Su Yihan wrapped his clothes tightly around his body and smiled at him.

the next day.

Feng Deming was arranging the work for the servants today, and he saw Su Yihan coming downstairs.

"Miss Su, are you better?" Seeing her, he dismissed the servant and walked towards her.

"Much better, thank you," Su Yihan glanced at the direction of the kitchen. "Feng Butler, what do I do?"

"In fact, the young master is in a hurry. As long as you give him a little softness, the young master must be reluctant to suffer hardship here." Feng Deming persuaded.

"You still arrange work for me." Su Yihan smiled at him. She knew that if she gave softness to the man, it was equivalent to admitting that he was the one he was looking for, and she was even more unreasonable.

"Miss Su, why do you bother?" Feng Deming sighed and took her to the kitchen.

Looking around the kitchen, he took a few clean dishes and put them in the sink: "Miss Su, would you please wipe these dishes all over again."

"Isn't it all washed already?" Su Yihan was a little puzzled looking at the dishes that had been washed reflectively.

"Master has a serious cleaning habit, so all the dishes must be washed three times." Feng Deming explained, handing her a pair of rubber gloves, "Miss Su, please trouble you."

"You're too polite." Although Su Yihan made some rhetoric about Leng Xichen's request, he didn't say much. After receiving the rubber gloves, he started to wash the dishes.

"Feng Butler, the young master said that today's breakfast is unpleasant, so you can arrange for the kitchen to be re-prepared." A servant ran in and said to Feng Deming.

"Okay, I know." Feng Deming was not surprised when he heard the servant's words. Last night, I saw the young man went upstairs with an angry face, and later he asked Lao Li, he knew that the young man's mood would not be better today.

Looking back, he looked at Su Yihan again: "Miss Su, should you cook?"

"Wouldn't you like me to cook for your young master? Those master chefs were denied by him, let alone what I did." She guessed after hearing their conversation just now.

"I believe you can do it," Feng Deming said with a certain tone, making a "please" gesture to her, "Miss Su, please do whatever you want."

I don't know where his confidence in her came from, but I just did a little. Su Yihan was a little speechless. Although he didn't want to do it for the man, he thought about doing anything anyway, so he obediently put on his kitchen hat.

"Master, your breakfast." The maid delivered the re-made breakfast respectfully to Leng Xichen.

Leng Xichen's eyes stayed on an important piece of news on the tablet he was holding. He didn't pay much attention to the food on the plate. He directly picked up the fork and cut a small piece into his mouth.

This taste! He lowered his head sharply, and his calm eyes were suddenly cut by a sharp edge.

"Master, this breakfast is Su ..." Feng Deming hadn't finished speaking yet. Leng Xichen had stood up and walked towards the kitchen.