"Xiaoxi, long pain is better than short pain, let's go!"

Zhou Xinlan carried Mo Xiaomo on her back.

Although she has grown a few taels of meat, Mo Xiaomo is still very light, and Zhou Xinlan often does physical work, so she is completely stress-free to carry it.

The mother and daughter walked away in the eyes of everyone.

A gust of wind swept by, blowing something white.

Bei Mingjue looked at the handkerchief that was still flying a meter away from him, and the ink in his eyes became even richer.

Squinting at the male assistant behind him, the male assistant immediately understood.

After everyone dispersed, the male assistant successfully picked up the handkerchief that had been swept into the trash by the cleaner, washed it and handed it to Bei Yingjue.

But even so, Bei Mingjue was still dissatisfied, because the male assistant washed off Mo Xiaomo's sweat stains.

Inexplicably, the male assistant felt that the president of his family was so perverted.

In particular, the president kept paddling the ugly water duck with his index finger, as if he had never smirked before.

……

Bei Ying Jue said to take Qiu Su home, and he really did it that night.

The black marble floor was bright, and Qiu Su lowered his head to look at the shadow of himself and Bei Ying Jue being cast by the chandelier on the floor, and his heart was pounding.

There was no one in the living room, and the butler led them directly into the dining room.

The servants carried silver trays on the rosewood dining table, and the tempting aroma of vegetables filled people's noses, and they inexplicably felt their appetites high.

Qiu Su looked at the man in the main seat worriedly, he was 70% similar to the North Hell, although there was a little more hoarfrost on his temples, but it only highlighted his mature temperament, plus that warm and happy smile, it seemed that it was easier for people to get close to the iceberg of the North Hell.

"Dad, this is my girlfriend Qiu Su, I want to marry her."

Beiming is absolutely straight to the point, even if there is a pleading, his expression is always faint.

Bei Mingze nodded, "Miss Qiu, sit down." ”

The position that Bei Mingze arranged for Qiu Su was more awkward, sitting next to him, but he was face to face with Bei Mingze.

If you talk about a couple, it seems that he and Qiu Su are a couple.

"Dad, please respect yourself."

Bei Ming rarely contradicts Bei Mingze, and a few simple words are enough to show that he is angry.

Bei Mingze smiled slightly, didn't pay attention to him at all, but pulled Qiu Su to ask this and that, and fed vegetables from time to time, which made Qiu Su very frightened.

The meal was eaten in the eye contact between the father and son and Qiu Su's restlessness.

Bei Mingze did not let the two of them leave, but let the two of them stay here tonight.

He arranged for a separate two-room room.

Bei Ming never said anything, and Qiu Su naturally didn't dare to object.

The night was quiet.

Qiu Su was in a daze, and suddenly a warm hand reached into her lower abdomen, her lips were blocked, and she slowly crossed in with mellow red wine.

Subconsciously, she wanted to resist, and when she suddenly opened her eyes, there was only a majestic black shadow with a silhouette similar to that of the Northern Underworld in the room that was dyed black by the night and the lights were not turned on.

"It's me." The man's hoarse voice carries sensual lust.

Qiu Su decided that this person was the North Hell.

This is the person she wants to marry, and what should happen will happen after all, so at this time, she let the other party and did not resist at all.

The wine seemed to be a little upper, and Qiu Su fell asleep in a daze not long after.

During this time, she always felt that something was wrong, and it seemed that there were a lot of hands roaming over her.

But before long, she felt that her idea was ridiculous, who would share her bride with others?