After so many years with the president, let alone seeing the president holding a woman in person, I haven't even seen a woman go upstairs.

Only miss Huo pestered me several times. When Miss Huo went abroad, the president sent her away.

Gu Zhi finally realized that the president was not like what the outside world said. He didn't give up.

I just haven't met the person who can make him lift.

Will you hold one tonight?

Considering this, Gu Zhi was worried about his injury.

22nd floor, living area.

In front of a suite, Shengyu held his leisurely and kicked open the closed white composite door!

After the living room, into the master bedroom.

Reputation put Su Xiaoxiao on the soft big bed, bent down and took off her shoes for her.

The room was filled with the smell of inferior wine, and the reputation smelled uncomfortable, so the ventilator was turned on.

"Sobbing..." Su smiled and turned over and rubbed her eyes. Maybe the light was too dazzling. She twisted her body uneasily, "uh huh..."

Reputation turned off the light, leaving only a small night light on.

The room was filled with light.

After a while, his leisurely became safe. She fell asleep with her pillow in her arms.

Su Xiaoxiao was very good. He took the sobering medicine prepared by doctor Gu Zhi. He didn't feel bad in his stomach at all, so he didn't vomit the dirt in his bed.

The suite is home style.

But there is only one bed here. He is famous for never being hospitable. He also has a habit of cleanliness. It is impossible for others to sleep here.

In front of the curved French window, he sat in the dark purple sofa chair and looked down at the night outside the window. The city was full of lights and bright. The night was so dark. There was a bright understanding in the sky and the stars were bright.

Such a night, the silence of the needle can be heard.

At the height of the 22nd floor, even the sound of cars on the Road downstairs is covered up.

Reputation blinked his dark eyes, as if he could hear his heartbeat.

After taking the medicine, his wound doesn't hurt.

Compared with the peace here.

In the first hospital, huazi was pushed into the emergency room wearing a ventilator.

Standing outside the closed compound door, staring at the flashing light at the head of the door, Fang Xiaoyu woke up completely. What did the doctor say just now? The doctor said he was bleeding and hurt his internal organs!

Is president Sheng really beating him to death?! Fang Xiaoyu pinched her sweat!

A taekwondo coach was beaten like this by him. How powerful was he?

Thinking of the reputation, Fang Xiaoyu suddenly felt afraid.

Well, why did it fight? Still doing it so hard? Is it because of laughter again?

Fang Xiaoyu sighed and sat down on the bench. Her stomach was tumbling and suffering to death.

The next morning.

At dawn, the high reputation got up from the sofa chair, walked to the bed and stared at the sleeping girl on the bed. The morning color through the window wrapped her whole person. Her face was hidden in the shadow and looked quiet, just like a flower in the middle of the night. Only her fingers were illuminated by the morning light.

He bent over and covered the quilt for her.

The reputation of staying up all night didn't feel tired at all. He was as cold as a prince who didn't eat fireworks.

It's just that he drank so much inferior wine, which made him very sad.

She hurt her heart and her stomach.

How sad she is can prove how much she cares about Anxin.

With the reputation of reaching out for everything, how can the king standing in the clouds allow his women to have other men in their hearts?