I do not know what to say.
Said, "It's okay, my money is all blown by the wind, and I can't bribe the underworld. If you don't give it to you, I will be out of my wits in the end"—
Or do you say "It's okay, get a good medical treatment, I will always be your strongest backing"—
Murong Jihua really wanted to say that, but these two answers, one is courting death, the other is offending people, neither is advisable.
People, you can't help yourself.
In the end, he could only say indifferently: "Hmph, you have to keep this little thing from me? Are you questioning my ability, woman?"
This time, He Junle folded his arms and rode aside to act as a light bulb, but Murong Jihua didn't feel as happy as he imagined.
The weird atmosphere gradually permeated, Su Xiaomo looked up at the dark night sky outside the window, and said to Murong Jihua:
"...Is it okay if I don't go back tonight? Xiaoqiu is transferred to another hospital. I'm afraid he won't sleep well."
"You... no, Mr. Murong, it's frosty late, can you ask someone to take Brother Le back, I don't want to delay his class tomorrow..."
"Oh," Murong Jihua didn't even think about it, "Then I'll contact Cui Guanshi and ask him to send a car to He..."
88.
"etc,"
A hand with sharp knuckles pressed Murong Jihua's wrist.
The corners of He Junle's lips curled up slightly, with a vague smile, the hair on his temples looked light and fluttering, which made Murong Jihua's eyes dry:
"What's the matter, President Tangtang Murong, is it difficult to live without the steward at home?"
of course not!
It's a fool not to have money!
Although thinking this way, Murong Jihua is not stupid after all, he instinctively sensed the insinuation and implication of He Junle's words, as well as the heavy pressure between them.
89.
"He had something to say to me, and—"
Murong Jihua narrowed his eyes slightly, straightened his back instinctively, and fixed his gaze on the other person's face almost impolitely.
"The visitor is not good."
90.
——I can exchange beer, sing poetry and chat with you one second, and I can smash the wine glass and copy the guy with a knife in the next second.
It all depends on your attitude and my mood.
When Yan Jihua was still alive, he thought he had a bad temper.
He used to be like that.
91.
Danger.
The absolute awareness of human design!
92.
Murong Jihua put on a very stylish coat anyway, and a hat that was lowered enough to cover half of his face, and followed He Junle downstairs.
He Junle led the way, borrowed a motorcycle from the shared motorcycle station on the side of the road, straddled it, and flashed the light twice at Murong Jihua.
… wait, bike sharing
For a moment, Murong Jihua didn't know that he should complain about sharing the motorcycle first;
Or suddenly belittle the self-worth who can't afford a private car
Or He Junle.
Or He Junle!
He Junle smiled at Murong Jihua, coldly:
"Why, Mr. President looks down on our common people's means of transportation?"
"It's not."
Murong Jihua walked forward without changing his expression:
"Just being with you, I always feel that I have wronged myself."
— Then he took a long leg and straddled behind He Junle.
93.
etc,
No, what am I doing.
Oh fuck, he's so tall.
Probably not as tall as me... right
No, this is not the point, the point is how I am so proficient!
94.
Thinking about his stupid behavior, Murong Jihua felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly. But I think I've already sat here, so let's do it, it's useless if I don't sit, isn't it
So President Murong, who was at a disadvantage and didn't want to admit that he had suffered a disadvantage, squeezed He Junle's back to vent his anger maliciously.
Is it illegal to pinch it
—Very good, very powerful, neither blue nor purple.
"..." He Junle turned his head and glanced at Murong Jihua inexplicably, raised his eyebrows lightly, and exerted force on his hands—
Motorbike BIU—flying horizontally to the sky.
Murong Jihua was startled, and felt his body being dragged backward by a group of cows, he instinctively grasped the seat of the motorcycle tightly to prevent himself from being thrown out.
Yes, it is impossible to hug him, even in this life.
94.5
"This lunatic!"
Murong Jihua cursed in his heart:
"Is there anyone who drives like this? Doesn't this world not only have no traffic rules, but also Newton's second law!?"
95.
Speeding fast, chasing the wind and chasing the moon.
Sparks and lightning along the way, going up and down bridges and running red lights.
Murong Jihua: "..."
Murong Jihua: "Slight cold sweat to show horror."
— "This kid, it was on purpose!"
95.3
— The motorcycle plunged into the entertainment street with red lights and green willows, and stopped in a dark alleyway.
He Junle's back was shrouded in darkness, and the dim light squeezed in at the entrance of the alley made his shadow slender. Murong Jihua stared intently, silently estimating He Junle's stature.
180? 182? or higher
In all fairness, Murong Jihua and He Junle are really not much different in height.
Is he wearing a booster, or a flat that's lower than me—
Murong Jihua didn't know why he cared so much about the length of the two, maybe it was a man's nature.
length in all respects.
95.6
——A line of starry sky exposed above the alley slightly rippled, and He Junle's figure hidden in the darkness also moved.
When Murong Jihua came to his senses, the sound of breaking wind that exploded in his left ear swept a terrifying force and came straight towards his side face!
96.
Murong Jihua's expression was calm, even his eyelashes did not tremble.
The sound of breaking wind stopped abruptly.
He Junle's right foot was right beside Murong Jihua's side face, less than one centimeter away from that beautiful pale face.
The two are close at hand.
He Junle's eyes suddenly became serious.
With his slender and straight right leg just now, he took a step back calmly, and said coldly:
"There's no sense of being a public figure at all, huh
Are you usually so lax that you come to this kind of place with people casually? "
Murong Jihua chuckled: "Without the awareness of terrorists, it's best not to casually attack public figures.
Otherwise, you just kicked and swollen half of my face at most, but the bodyguards behind me can put a bullet hole in your head at the same time. "
Behind Murong Jihua, there was no one.
But He Junle believes that Murong Jihua is definitely not just talking.
There were dark guards in ancient times, and there is no shortage in modern times.
96.5
It's nice to have money.
Murong Jihua sighed again.
"Long story short, what do you want to tell me
I'm no better than you guys, I'm truly worth every inch of time—you can't afford it. "
He Junle's eyes became serious: "I want to ask you, what exactly are you coveting about Mo'er?"
"Why are you, a bad student, only allowed to like other girls, we rich people don't get love—"
"Young ghost, you can see that there is no love in her eyes."
"You really don't want to give up?"
"I advise you to die."
"..."
"We are all men, and of course men know men best."
"Well, this little money is too much to spend, and I want to find a woman to pass the boring time-what's the reason?"
"Sophistry, the way you look at her is cold, and the occasional irritability and helplessness that your behavior shows towards her is real."
"...Little brother, did your ancestors read physiognomy?"
"And the thing that confuses me the most is that a big man like you is so tolerant of my repeated temptations and provocations?"
"..."
Do you think you are handsome
Okay, that's at most a bonus item, I can't say it's coveting the gift package of reincarnation and fear of losing my soul.
97.
A wise man has said that in an interview, the way to appear intelligent is to answer the reporter's question with a question and then answer the question—
Simply put, throw the problem to the other party.
Then Murong Jihua asked:
"What about you, why are you so attached to Su Xiaomo? You like her so much?"
I thought why Jun Le would say some nasty words about dog abuse.
did not expect.
I'm sorry, you Long Aotian is still you Long Aotian.
98.
He Junle tilted his head slightly:
"Although she is not the only girl I like, there will always be a place for her in my heart."
99.
…
…
Clam? This kind of answer that destroys the three views is the reason why you insist on grabbing a girlfriend with me
Because I offended the harem of your countless little brothers and sisters, Long Aotian!
Hell, listen to my advice, change the name of this game, don't call it "Crazy Love: The President's Beloved Little White Lotus", just call it "Zongheng!" Crazy and Few Flowers" Got it...
Girlfriend or daughter
100.
Sophia, the head maid, noticed that something was wrong with the nearest boss.
Boss him... Recently, his interest has changed from flirting with Miss Su to being able to stay in the office all day and watch videos.
It seems to be a video with a man as the main character.
The AV quality is said to be a surveillance video clip arranged by Cui Guanshi.
... It feels weird.
Of course, the perverted BOSS is still beautiful and noble.
It's a pity that Sophia only had three times a day to go in and out of the president's office to clean up, so she couldn't see what the video was about.
But no matter what, BOSS's act of violating other people's privacy doesn't quite fit his identity.
But so what.
Sophia, who peeked at the BOSS for the 89th time today, was mopping the floor earnestly while thinking:
Shouldn't such a perfect man be forgiven for what he did
101.