Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

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And he didn't even blow the woman with a shot, and... it was posted to a dilapidated resettlement community at the expense of that woman.

I 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.

Does he cook himself?

how is this possible?

But Huo Yi said sternly, as if there 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 could 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?

Unless that woman is as beautiful as a god!

Li Beijue's mind involuntarily came up with the beautiful face 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.

He recovered quickly 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? !

"Shit!" 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 wound on his shoulder. He was shocked when he saw him lose his temper suddenly, "Lord Sir?"

Li Beijue seemed to burn this nameless 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'll go. bath."

After finishing speaking, no matter what Huo Yi said behind him, his wound should not be wet, and he walked straight to the bedroom——

"Wow..." There was a sound of water in the bathroom.

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.

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

There happened to be an English detective story book in that place.

Why is there such a book in the bedroom? Who put it here?

He frowned, bent over and picked up the detective.

Before he could open it, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Lord, dinner is ready."

He hadn't eaten for a day, 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 who had just thrown it on the bedside, he didn't know why, so he picked it up in a ghostly manner.

I thought he would suffer from insomnia again tonight, but he did not expect to read a few stories, he closed his eyes for the first time, and sank into the darkness...