The Pillow of the Bad President

Jiang Mingshi's throat and eyes were dry.flash dance..

The hand hanging by his leg was slightly closed to control the burning flame in his heart.

Since Tutu was brought back to the villa by him, he has caused a lot of misfortunes, big and small, and he has already figured out how to coax him. Half of his face kept rubbing against his neck, and he yelled, "Jiang Mingshi , my face hurts"

A trace of worry leaked from Jiang Mingshi's tense expression, "Where does it hurt?"

Tutu said in a delicate voice, "Here, here, and here"

When Jiang Mingshi went to the police station, she was squatting in the middle of the crowd, with a red wig on her head and heavy makeup on her face. Now that she was close, she saw slight scratches on her forehead and cheekbones.

My heart aches, but I'm still very annoyed at her getting into trouble, "Knowing it hurts and fighting"

However, out of the corner of his eye, he still ordered the family servants to get the medicine box.

Tutu's eyes widened, and he cursed loudly, "It was that stinky hooligan who did something to me, and he dared to touch my chest!"

Jiang Mingshi's eyes suddenly sank.

Just seeing her screaming with her red hair raised, she couldn't help grinding her teeth, "Who told you to go to that kind of place?"

Not to be outdone, Tutu retorted, "Who told you to sneak away and not take me?"

"I'm talking about business." Jiang Mingshi had a headache, and raised his hand to press the center of his brow, as if helpless, "I'm not allowed to go in the future."

"Okay, I'll try my best." Tutu shrugged like a rebellious child.

Jiang Mingshi suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at her innocent and immature face, and told her patiently, "It's not as much as possible, it's not allowed to go to bars, nightclubs, ubs, and entertainment clubs, from now on. Also, what kind of clothes are you wearing?"

The rabbit is proud, "I am the black widow"

"" Jiang Mingshi resisted the urge to curse, and raised his hand to pluck off this obtrusive red hair.flash dance..

Tutu's original hair was a mess, she had no image at all, she just raised her hand casually to pick it up, at this time she seemed like a child who did whatever she wanted.

She pouted half-angrily and half-blamingly, "Not allowed to go here, not allowed to go there, why do I feel like a little pet raised by you?"

Jiang Mingshi was amused by her, "How can there be such a disobedient pet?"

Hearing this, Tutu puffed up her cheeks childishly.

Immediately, cunning appeared in the clever eyes, and the soft red lips approached his cochlea, giggling purely and charmingly, "Where is there a pet that can be with you?"

The last two words, breath like blue.

Jiang Mingshi's fire was completely ignited.

He jumped up, picked her up and threw her on the sofa, and his tall body enveloped her

Seeing this, the servant who was about to come in with the medicine box at the door was so frightened that he hurriedly put it at the door, then turned and ran away with oil on his feet.

A room of spring.

In the early morning, the temperature gradually dropped. .

The shirt was thrown on the ground by her, and Jiang Mingshi, who was bare-chested, gently carried her upstairs to the bedroom.

Using a hot towel to remove makeup from her face, revealing a beautiful face.

Youthful and immature, her fair skin is slightly moist pink, her lips are fresh vermilion, her eyes are closed at this moment, if they are opened, the pupils must be clear and bright, not familiar with the world. ..

Jiang Mingshi applied medicine to the wound on her face.

The cotton swab was dipped in ointment, and when it touched the wound, it was a little irritating. Tutu groaned in pain, but it seemed that the crazy exercise downstairs was too exhausting and did not wake up.

poor little boy

Jiang Mingshi scratched her nose.

He thought that he had indeed picked up the conversation he had with the deputy director.

More than a month ago, on the anniversary of the death of the old man of the Jiang family, Jiang Mingshi took time out to go to the cemetery in the evening after finishing his work. It was raining heavily that day, and the traffic on the road was slow.

When he came down with an umbrella, a girl appeared out of nowhere in the car.

She was drenched all over, dripping water dripping down, blinking her eyes and staring at him, "Woo, I ran away from the countryside, my parents are going to sell me Now, I have no choice but to escape. I am now homeless and penniless. You are the kind of domineering president written in a novel. Take me home and raise me, okay?"

Jiang Mingshi thought it was funny.

There is never a shortage of women around him who throw themselves into his arms. They have tried their best to get his favor. Most of them are solved in the hotel. This is the first one who dares to open his mouth and want to go. His family.

Jiang Mingshi asked lazily, "Why did I raise you?"

The girl tilted her head and said without shame, "I can be your little lover"

She kept hugging her shoulders when she was talking, probably because of the cold, she was shivering a little, although her arms were crossed on her chest, but it couldn't hide the pouring spring, especially the two slender and white legs that were exposed outside.

Jiang Mingshi's eyes flickered a little.

It was as if he had seen a little girl who tore off the hem of her skirt in front of him and bandaged his wounds. It was the same two delicate calves dangling in front of him, which made him feel distracted.

Jiang Mingshi had never been a gentleman, so there was no reason why he offered to send him to his door.

It's not like he hasn't done such things as Jinwu Zangjiao.

This is the first time for such a small one.

Jiang Mingshi, who had changed into a neat suit, came down from upstairs, the sun was already shining outside the window, and it would be ten o'clock soon.

Hearing footsteps, Chen Ma, the servant in the kitchen, put the breakfast on the table neatly.

Jiang Mingshi pulled away the chair, did not move his chopsticks immediately, but dialed the phone first.

The secretary answered respectfully.

There was a fierce light in his eyes, and he ordered in a cold tone, "Investigate those people detained in the police station yesterday, and see who touched her chest and broke his arm."

As soon as I hung up, there was a clear rhythmic sound of tapping from upstairs.

Jiang Mingshi raised his head and saw a petite figure running down without any surprise.

When she just got up, her hair was still disheveled like a little squirrel, and she was wearing his loose silk shirt. The hem of the shirt just covered her buttocks so that she wouldn't get naked, but her two straight calves were exposed.

Only the middle two buttons were fastened casually, and the neckline was half open.

The beautiful butterfly bones are winding, and they are all blooming red marks.

Jiang Mingshi's eyes darkened, and he shouted, "Put on your clothes."

Tutu sat back on the chair, with his legs dangling in mid-air, glanced at Chen Ma who had already gone to cut flowers and plants in the yard, and asked him delicately, "Why?"

Jiang Mingshi's Adam's apple was moving.

Because he was afraid that he could not bear it.

I tossed the whole night last night, and I got up very late this morning, and missed two meetings. If I continue to be absurd, I am afraid that the [-] million contract in the afternoon will also be lost.

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