There was a murderous look in Bei Mingyu's eyes, he raised his lips, sneered, and called Hei Yao to give some instructions.
Mu Nansheng found an excuse to go to the bathroom. When he walked to the bathroom, it said that the men's bathroom was under maintenance. If he needed to go to the bathroom, he had to go to the second floor. The stairs go to the second floor.
When he reached the second floor, he just turned towards the bathroom. When he passed the first door, the door suddenly opened, and he was pulled in by a force. Mu Nansheng's eyes sharpened, and he attacked the opponent fiercely, but The other party was clearly prepared, but after just a few strokes, Mu Nansheng was twisted by the other party's arm, and a pair of cold handcuffs cuffed his hands instead.
Mu Nansheng turned around angrily, and when he saw Bei Mingyu, a look of astonishment flashed across his face.
Bei Mingyu pushed hard with his hand, and he was pushed down on the sofa.
"Mu Nansheng, it's been a long time." Bei Mingyu took off the gold-rimmed glasses that never left his face, and the corner of his mouth raised an evil arc.
As the president of a country, Bei Mingyu has never opened this pair of glasses on his face since he took office. A pair of glasses made him look calm, wise, gentle and refined. No one would have thought that taking off his glasses would be like completely changing Met someone, even with a little ruffian.
"President, what are you doing? What law did I break, and you handcuffed me? Is this how you treat your own people?"
Mu Nansheng tried his best to calm himself down, and his expression was also cold, but no one knew that his heart was overwhelmed.
Those dusty memories hit him like sea water, cutting his flesh like a knife.
"Of course I won't treat others! But you, Mu Nansheng, you owe me this!" Bei Mingyu stepped forward and grabbed his clothes, with deep hatred in his eyes.
Mu Nansheng's expression was a little dazed, who owed whom
He couldn't help frowning, Bei Mingyu in front of him was completely different from a few years ago, he turned his head and said, "Let me go!"
"If I want to let you go, why would I bother to get you to the second floor." Bei Mingyu leaned closer to him, breathing on his face.
"You... You did it on purpose! Bei Mingyu, you are the president of the country now, what do you want to do!" Mu Nansheng wanted to kick him angrily.
"What do you think I'm doing! Would you rather be with that old man? Don't come to me!" Bei Mingyu looked like a lunatic who had lost his mind.
"Don't forget your own identity!" Mu Nansheng glared at him angrily.
Bei Mingyu suddenly laughed, and gently caressed his firm waist with his big hand, Mu Nansheng could not help but tremble a few times.
Bei Mingyu said frivolously, "That old man doesn't understand you at all, this is your sensitive point."
Mu Nansheng's face turned red, angry, ashamed and annoyed, "Have you had enough trouble? You don't want to be president anymore?"
"Of course, this position must be mine, and you—must be mine too!" After Bei Mingyu finished speaking, a silver needle suddenly appeared in his hand, and he pricked one of his acupuncture points.
Mu Nansheng's strength disappeared in an instant, and he fell down on the sofa.
"Bei Mingyu, what on earth are you trying to do? You are playing with fire, do you know that!" Mu Nansheng's face was pale.
"If I can set myself on fire with you, I will die without regret!"