Under the terrifying coercion of the president, he didn't dare to utter a breath.
Today, at this moment, for the first time, he felt sorry for his Cui family training.
The Cui family, which has been the head of the Murong family for generations, seems to be planted in their own line - Cui Guanshi's desire to resign has never been so vivid.
Kidding.
180.
Murong Jihua's face turned pale, and he kicked the foam board off his feet with a roundabout kick, and suddenly ignored the loose and messy clothes, turned his head and walked away with the low pressure piercing through the center of the earth.
After a while, He Junle also came out of the toilet. He had just washed his face, and his hair was wet, but his aura was much calmer, and he followed Murong Jihua 50 meters away leisurely.
Cui Guanshi muttered for a while, really didn't know how to speak, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "Young Madam—"
He Junle's footsteps stopped, leaving Guanshi Cui with a profile that was so delicate that it was impolite.
And a cold look in the eyes.
So, Guanshi Cui, who couldn't tell whether He Junle and Master Murong were really arguing or had a bedside quarrel, obediently shut up.
By the way, I cut off the new round of brainwave communication about "Young Madam is so fucking good-looking" and "Handsome to weak legs" from the troublesome subordinates behind him.
181.
Murong Jihua felt aggrieved.
Especially aggrieved, very aggrieved, invincible aggrieved.
He had never felt so aggrieved before.
Oh, and insults.
Because of He Junle, because of He Junle, and even more because of himself.
He Junle!
Murong Jihua, who was going downstairs, stopped suddenly, a fact that he didn't want to admit but actually existed made his hair stand on end, and at the same time, he fell into an ice cave—
It's like running naked on the street with a torch on a winter night.
182.
He was moved.
The beating of the heart just now, the beating of the heart and soul;
The heartbeat right now, the heartbeat that stops the beating heart...
What Murong Jihua absolutely didn't want to admit—when he "suddenly realized" that He Junle was the target of the attack, he was actually so moved!
Yes, one, man!
—I don’t know which god I believe in, this is a shame for my wife! ! ! !
At 18:39 pm on X, X, 9102, in the stairwell on the second floor of the Central Hospital.
A memorable time and place.
The all-powerful President Murong doubted his own sexual orientation for the first time.
183.
Su Xiaomo, who was sitting on the parking lot waiting, didn't wait for the driver who came to pick her up for tutoring, but President Murong who was in a state of collapse.
"Mr. President?"
Su Xiaomo was taken aback by the embarrassed Murong Jihua, before she could ask anything, Murong Jihua grabbed her hand, and without much nonsense, he directly stuffed her into the co-driver of the sports car.
Murong Jihua's face was so gloomy that he started his sports car without saying a word, like a human-shaped self-propelled sign with "Mo Li Laozi" clearly written on it.
But Su Xiaomo looked around, but there was something she had to ask.
Su Xiaomo: "Mr. President, why are you alone? Where's Brother Le? Aren't we going to send him back..."
"I can't let go."
The corners of Murong Jihua's eyes twitched, this woman really couldn't open any pot.
Brother Le, Brother Le already knows Brother Le, this car is originally a small two-seater convertible sports car, TM simply can't fit another person!
Besides, he doesn't—don't want to see him at all right now... probably.
"What?" Su Xiaomo obviously didn't understand what Murong Jihua meant.
Murong Jihua stepped on the gas pedal, he let out a suffocating breath and exploded in his chest with the roar of the sports car engine, so he pulled on his sunglasses, and shouted out from his dantian:
184.
"I said! I really can't let him go! Can't you see? It's already like this, of course we can't go back together!"
Su Xiaomo was dumbfounded.
184.5
Can't let go...
Could it be that Brother Le has dumped Mr. President...
What a soulful man...
Su Xiaomo almost cried.
... so last night they were
"—Fen·Hand·Cannon?"
The joy of elementary school students
185.
The atmosphere naturally cooled down.
Seven points natural, three points weird.
On this side Murong Jihua was still full of anger, kicking the gas pedal and riding away; on the other side Su Xiaomo remained silent, with lowered eyebrows.
The two had their own thoughts and were relatively silent.
Murong Jihua is very depressed, let's put aside the mistake of admitting the heroine, the question is, will the process of attacking Su Xiaomo be more difficult in this way, she has misunderstood so much, will he be regarded as a pervert
- He Junle is all to blame.
If he was uglier, had a better body, was more obedient at school, made less trouble, and had fun with his three thousand beauties in the harem, and don’t grab women from me, then nothing would happen—
etc.
Murong Jihua was taken aback.
How did Long Aotian, who looks like a straight male killer, make him fall in love with him
185.5
Su Xiaomo is in a dilemma, one is her childhood sweetheart, and the other is a good husband who is like a father in her heart - the benefactor of herself and her younger brother Xiaoqiu, she doesn't know how to balance this balance in her heart.
Moreover, it is obvious that Mr. President can't let go of Brother Le...
Su Xiaomo glanced at Murong Jihua quietly, the other's expression was hidden under the dark sunglasses, it was hard to see clearly.
Su Xiaomo sighed resentfully, and played with the lace hem with her slender fingers.
—Brother Le is all to blame.
If we are together, we will be together, and if we want to break up, we will dissolve peacefully. After a breakup, the other party will never forget it. Brother Le is simply too much!
186.
[jingle]
Su Xiaomo's handheld terminal flashed, and she opened the screen familiarly, and the most widely used communication app in country A—vv displayed a familiar ID.
"Brother Le?" Su Xiaomo said lightly, and raised her eyes secretly, and as expected, she saw Murong Jihua's body tremble.
[Lone Testicle の Demon Blood Emperor] poked you.
[Buried Heartの雪界波]
[Burning Heartの雪界颜]Brother Le, what's wrong
[Lone Testicle の Demon Blood Emperor]Where is Murong Jihua
[Burning Heartの雪敏波]Ah... Mr. President drove me to class. By the way, Brother Le, what happened between you and Mr. President? (expression) (expression)
[Lone testicle の devil blood emperor].
[Orphaned Testicle の Demon Blood Emperor]It's nothing, I'll just ask to see if he's alive.
187.
Su Xiaomo was still immersed in typing, Murong Jihua stopped the car at a random roadside, and pulled Su Xiaomo's terminal out of his hand.
Scanning the chat history, the mouthful of old blood that Mr. President had just swallowed surged up again.
Orphaned Demon Blood Emperor? ! Buried heart の Xue Shangmo!
Brother, did you travel from the earth in 4002
Murong Jihua? !
Typing the words correctly can waste a few precious seconds of your time, eh
See if I'm alive? ! Can I understand that this is worrying about me - huh
Worry
Murong Jihua suddenly felt that he must have lost his mind, and started looking for candies in the dung heap consciously.
188.
Murong Jihua: "... woman, send me a copy of He Junle's contact information."
"good… "
Fifteen minutes later, President Murong's VV account, terminal number, and text messages—all were blocked by He Junle.
"..."
"Su Xiaomo."
Murong Jihua's face was full of cloud, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
No matter how you look at it, this oppressive atmosphere is weird.
189.
"Give me He Junle's Z Alipay account number."
190.
[All good names are taken by dogs] Transfer money to [Orphaned Testicle の Demon Blood Emperor]: 10000
Transfer Remarks: Why didn't you add me
[孤蜜の魔血帝]Transfer to [The dog takes over the good name]: 0.01
Transfer Remarks: Why should I add you.
Murong Jihua choked, but actually calmed down and thought about it, from God's point of view, He Junle was indeed innocent, and the blame came from the sky. only…
I really can't swallow this breath!
Why is He Junle not the target of this young master's strategy!
It's all the fault of time!
[All good names are taken by dogs] Transfer money to [Orphaned Testicle の Demon Blood Emperor]: 10000
Remarks for transfer:... Just now, the hospital, I made a mistake, but you sbhksajss
[孤蜜の魔血帝]Transfer to [The dog takes over the good name]: 0.01
Transfer Note: Hehe, idiot.
[Bounce!]
[Bounce is invalid]
[…]
[…]
(Remarks: Alipay in country A allows strangers to add transfer notes, and strangers are not allowed to chat directly)
191.
"That, Mr. President?"
Look at the message He Junle sent to himself, "Look at that president's brain is broken", and then look at Murong Jihua sitting in the driver's seat crackling and scolding He Junle's elementary school students seriously—
Su Xiaomo finally asked tentatively: "Well, we seem to be late..."
I'm like a fish in your lotus pond
192.
am i dreaming
Murong Jihua raised his stiff wrist bone and placed it 2 cm away from his left cheek—
Give it a hard pinch.
it hurts.
—and so he finally found his voice:
"He Junle, why are you in my room?!"
193.
Time: 23:34 on the evening of X, X, 9102
Location: A Murong Mansion in the downtown area, the private room of the president of the Murong Group.
Characters: Murong Jihua, He Junle
Event: What should I do if my rival appears on my bed at night? I'm waiting online. I'm in a hurry.jpg
A young man surnamed He was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed at this time, with a teasing smile on his exquisitely impolite face.
The book opened in his hand was the one that Murong Jihua usually hid under his pillow.
"On How Domineering Presidents Are Made"
"Boyfriend Power Training Manual"
"The Great Way to Pick Up Girls 99"