Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 69 Playboy 1
I drink coffee after dinner.

Although Ding Nuomin and I hate each other and repel each other, we also have common hobbies. One is obsessed with Cheng Yiming, and the other is that we like to drink coffee after meals, and no matter how much coffee we drink, it does not affect our sleep.

Ding Nuomin also drank coffee after meals.

But the fully automatic coffee machine imported from Italy really didn't give Ding Nuomin face. It rang for a long time and went on strike.

Ding Nuomin flashed a pair of watery eyes, pitifully: "Brother Ming—" Her brother Ming went upstairs after dinner, entered the study and began to forget about work again. He probably didn't hear Ding Nuomin's call, and there was no movement at all. No.Ding Nuomin raised her voice slightly: "Brother Ming, is the coffee machine broken? Can't make coffee."

I can't stand it anymore.

So he walked over, and with a "snap", he gave the coffee machine a counterfeit version of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, and as a result, the coffee machine immediately poured out a cup of coffee.I squinted my eyes and said to Ding Nuomin: "Did you see that? A bitch is hypocritical, you are not rude, it is not happy!"

Ding Nuomin stared at me with wide eyes.

She was probably pondering over the words "a bitch is hypocritical", and at the same time, she probably analyzed whether I was pointing fingers at Sang Huai or not.

I just pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, so what?

I couldn't get enough of it, and then I continued: "It's a popular game in society today, that is, those who are not hypocritical like to call themselves the word D, and those who are hypocritical pretend to be the word with the prefix B. This coffee machine is the one with the prefix B. a member."

After I finished speaking, I drank the remaining half cup of coffee.

I was too full and my stomach was bloated, so I took Xiangxiang upstairs and went to the terrace to have a breeze.

The night of the city is still bustling, with a sea of ​​cars, bustling, and neon lights near and far, appearing and disappearing from time to time, changing in a variety of ways.When he raised his head, what he saw was the double sky, the cold moon and sparse stars in the sky, surprisingly calm, silently twinkling, silently watching different people in the world.

I sighed.

I bowed my head, and said to Xiangxiang sullenly: "Everyone has entered the house with a high-sounding appearance, and regarded myself as the mistress of this house. Damn, isn't this clear that I want to fight with me? Think about it, you think I should what to do?"

Think about looking at me with a pair of amber eyes, and gently "meow" twice.

The family next door planted morning glory on the terrace. I don’t know when it started, the vines of the morning glory climbed along the wall to the terrace here, climbing, climbing, Climb to the edge of our patio and weave an intricate web.

I started to hate, and like to vent my anger, I tore the thin vines attached to the wall one by one to prevent them from being tangled into a net.

Inexplicably, I hate this feeling of being unable to break through the love network.

When I went to work the next day, my mood remained depressed because of the invasion of Dinomin.

When I got to the downstairs of the magazine office, I just walked with my head down, thinking about indifferent things.The result was very sad, and I bumped into a person.

I said "Ouch", staggered, and rushed two steps forward quickly, and was about to perform a "dog chewing shit" move with beautiful movements and ugly postures. The person who collided with me hurried over, Eyesight quickly reached out and grabbed me.

"Thank you."

I raised my head, met his eyes, and opened my mouth wide in fright, so shocked that my jaw almost fell off—God, this person is actually Han Qingluo!

What is Encounter Road Narrow?What is a meeting on a narrow road?
That's it.

When Han Qingluo saw me, he looked very happy, his eyes glowed with enthusiasm, his eyes were careless but eager, he grinned and smiled, his shallow dimples matched his snow-white teeth: "Hello Su Lala, we are really destined to meet again."

Destined for his head!
There are three people I don't want to see the most, one is Ding Nuomin, one is Han Jing'er, and the other is Han Qingluo.Especially Han Qingluo, isn't it just an attempted one/night/love, does he need to haunt me like this?That way, it seems that I will not escape from birth.

With a blank face, I ignored him, went straight into the building, and walked to the elevator.Unexpectedly, as soon as I got into the elevator, Han Qingluo squeezed in too.

I glared at him: "Why are you following me?"

Han Qingluo blinked at me and grinned: "Honey, I didn't get along with you, okay?" He pretended to be surprised, stretched his neck and glanced around, and said, "Is this elevator written, I can't come in cold?"

I ignored him and pressed the 8th floor.

Han Qingluo pressed the 9th floor.

I glanced at him and he gave me a hippie smile back.The 8th and 9th floors of this building are the offices of the "Locust House No. 8" magazine. The 9th floor is the editorial department, advertising department, distribution department, marketing department, new media department, and network department. The [-]th floor is the finance department, administration department, and photography studio.

I'm not without doubts, this Han Qingluo, what is he doing on the 9th floor?
"Sulala—" Han Qingluo called me.

"Why?" I said coldly without looking at him.

"For the sake of what we used to be, can you be friendly to me?" Han Qingluo said, "Don't keep a dark face like you have a grudge against me."

I'm so angry.

Sick!What "we used to be..."?I was heard by irrelevant people, and I and him were misunderstood, and there was... what happened.At this time, the elevator reached the 8th floor, stopped, and the door opened. Before I had time to speak harsh words to Han Qingluo, I glared at him and walked out of the elevator.

At the moment when the elevator door was about to close, Han Qingluo in the elevator suddenly said: "Surala, the blue enchantress and baby's breath I gave you, do you like it?"

"What?" I was stunned: "What did you say?"

The elevator door was closed, Han Qingluo's ambiguous and malicious smile disappeared, and the elevator went up to the 9th floor.

I bit my lip.

It turned out that the 3 blue enchantresses filled with sky stars for 12 consecutive days were given by Han Qingluo.This Han Qingluo, he sent me flowers, and even sent such ambiguous flowers, what exactly does it mean?
I got to the office and sat down in my cubicle.

Today, Han Qingluo continued to send 12 blue enchantresses filled with celestial stars, placed on the desk, the blue enchantresses are about to bloom, seductive and charming, and the gypsophila blooms extremely brilliantly, competing for beauty .

I stared at these flowers, and the blossoming flowers suddenly turned into a face of Zhang Han, who smiled ferociously and arrogantly: "Baby, that is more interesting, should we continue? Right now, enthusiasm is running high."

God, why am I so unlucky?

I actually met the devil Han Qingluo!

I stared at the bunch of 12 blue enchantresses filled with sky stars, and suddenly became ruthless, grabbed it, rushed to the trash can like a gust of wind, and threw it down.

Everyone looked at me inexplicably.

Lu Zhengnan asked: "Lala, what happened?"

Wang Qian also looked puzzled: "This flower is so beautiful, why did you throw it away? What a pity."

I was sullen, didn't answer, and went back to my cubicle like a gust of wind.

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(End of this chapter)