President's husband

Layers upon layers of dark clouds piled up on the sky, and the rainstorm was about to come.

The blooming cherry blossoms in the yard were swayed by the strong wind, petals fell from the branches indiscriminately, and slowly mixed with the soil under their feet.

Qin Niange put his hands on the edge of the skirt, carefully pressing down on the middle school skirt that just passed his knees, and quickly ran to the exquisite and grand glass door of the main building, pushed open a gap that only allowed her to pass, and quickly squeezed in. Go, close the door again.

She didn't heave a sigh of relief until all the strong winds in the sky were blocked, and the hands that were holding down the hem of the skirt also climbed onto the straps of her backpack.

However, before she could turn around and walk into the hall, there was a cold whisper from behind her that seemed to come from hell: "You know what poses are the most seductive to men at such a young age, it seems that you really have your mother in your bones." Unique coquettish."

Hearing that voice, Qin Niange's whole body stiffened instantly.

She unconsciously clenched her hand holding the strap of the backpack, and turned around slowly: "Brother Mingyi..."

Isn't he on a business trip in Europe?Why did you come back after only three days?

She thought she would finally be free for a few days.

The man she called brother was sitting on the suede sofa in the lobby at the moment. He looked no more than 21 or [-] years old at the most, but the cruelty and sharpness revealed between his brows were by no means a man of this age group could possess.

The man narrowed his eyes, but the contempt in his eyes was not covered up: "Come here."

His words have always been concise and powerful.

Qin Niange trembled all over, her fingers grasping the strap of the backpack had already turned slightly white, but she still had no choice but to walk slowly towards the man.

The man was obviously dissatisfied with her procrastinating speed. When she was still a little away from him, he stretched out his iron arm and pulled her into his arms.

"Ah—" Qin Niange was caught off guard and fell on his chest, and couldn't help screaming in shock.

"It's so noisy!" The man frowned irritably, stretched out his hand to grab her chin, lowered his head abruptly, and put her delicate lips in his mouth.

This is not the first time a man has treated her like this, but Qin Niange still couldn't help panting, pushing the man in front of him in panic.

But the man's face instantly turned down because of her resisting action, his eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to push the little woman on the ground.

Qin Niange cried out in pain, the hem of his skirt was lifted to his waist because of his movement.

The man lightly twitched his long fingers, stood up from the sofa, bent down slowly, and stretched out his fingers in front of Qin Niange's eyes, with a contemptuous arc on his lips: "But you're so nervous just by touching it twice? Are you really good at pretending?" .”

Qin Niange trembled all over, frantically lifted the hem of his skirt, his face turned pale: "I didn't..."

Her rebuttal came to an abrupt end when she met the man's condensed eyes.

She understood that no matter what she said, men would not care at all.

Because in his heart, his disgust and hatred for her had already surpassed everything else.

Although now she is only, and should be, a carefree girl, but fate made her understand her situation prematurely.

Qin Niange lowered his eyelids to cover the flash of fragility in his eyes, and supported the ground to get himself up from the ground.

The man has been watching her movements with cold eyes, and there is no other emotion in his slightly narrowed eyes except ridicule.

In his undisguised contempt, Qin Niange felt as if she had been stripped of her clothes and thrown in front of him, leaving her completely incapable of escaping.