The world is waiting for the president to kick me

Chapter 229 Young Master Di, whose face was pinched, said that he still needs face!

Clearly seeing the moment when Bai Ning's eyelids were lifted, Di Yechen's heartbeat missed half a beat, and out of an instinctive reaction, he unexpectedly - squatted down directly.

Realizing his actions a second later, the tall man began to feel aggrieved and annoyed, what could he hide from?

Which part of the Emperor View Castle does not belong to him, why should he be afraid of a little girl's film?

After a moment of annoyance, Di Yechen looked at Bai Ning again.

Bai Ning's eyes were covered with a layer of dark light, like the Milky Way covered by mist and dark clouds, staring dazedly, wondering if he was awake.

Di Yechen stared at her closely and didn't speak.

Bai Ning blinked himself, then closed his eyes again.

Di Yechen couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to leave when he was frightened by the little bastard on the sofa again and squatted back.

But the next moment, she sat up from the sofa all of a sudden, and then stared at him with two dark eyes.

Di Yechen held his breath, his Adam's apple rolling.

"Master." She bit two words lightly, stretched out her hand suddenly, and touched the man's face.

Seeing that Bai Ning was finally willing to take the initiative to touch him, Di Yechen's heart was filled with joy, but immediately after the firm pain on his cheek, he froze in surprise.

Bai Ning covered Di Yechen's face, with his thumb and index finger he pinched the handsome face that so many women dream of touching, and rubbed it round and flattened vigorously.

"Hmph, I hate it, I hate dreaming about the annoying young master."

"..."

Did she think she was dreaming?

"It's so bad, you still beat me, bully you, isolate you!" Bai Ning said, rubbing Di Yechen's face in various ways, like playing with mud.

Di Shao, who could make Beichuan's economy tremble with just a change of expression, now became a soft bun in the hands of little Bai Ning, who could handle it at will.

He was so angry that the top of his head was about to smoke, but Dan didn't dare to push Bai Ning away to wake her up.

It's embarrassing enough now, won't he be even more embarrassing if he wakes her up?

Young Master Di, whose face was pinched, said that he still needs face!

Fortunately, Bai Ning didn't torture him for too long, and as if he felt guilty, he let go of his strength, gently touched his face, his eyes sparkled, "It would be great if the young master in the dream was the real young master, no Scold me, you won't hate me."

Di Yechen's throat rolled, and his hoarse voice couldn't help but overflow, "I never said I hated you..."

Bai Ning's eyes were red, "I didn't say it directly, but every word has the same meaning. I always say that I am wrong in everything I do. I work so hard. Every time I fail in the exam, I can't practice dancing. Do I I just want a compliment, not a reward."

Saying that, she was already lonely and put down her hands, lay back on the sofa again, curled up with her back to him.

The small figure suddenly became more lonely and pitiful.

Such a solitary figure, like a thin thorn, choked his throat, not fatal, but he had to care about it.

His palms moved slightly, he couldn't help but hold her shoulders, and raised his body slightly, wanting to get close to her, comfort her, hug her...

With a slight movement, something fell out of the bulging quilt, and Di Yechen subconsciously looked down, and his face was immediately clouded.

A piece of black cloth, not too long or too thick, was the one that fit him best.

Bai Ning seemed to have noticed something, turned around and quickly scooped up the things on the floor, and then scooped up the things back again. This smooth movement seemed to have happened many times.

"..."

Pity and sympathy shattered into scum, Di Yechen endured it, fisted his hands, and left.

Early the next morning, birds chirped outside the window.

Bai Ning rubbed his eyes and sat up on the soft bed.

The quilt was lifted, and a ball of clothes fell out. Several pieces could form a men's suit, which was neat from inside to outside.

Bai Ning glanced at it, stuffed the clothes under the pillow, stretched and went downstairs.

(End of this chapter)