Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

But he didn't kill the woman with a single shot, so he... went so far as to live in a shabby resettlement community for the sake of the woman.

I bought the house next door to that woman’s house and even cooked for that woman…

Not to mention the possibility of him buying a worthless junk house, just cooking is out of the question!

He never cooks, no! No need!

With his status, he only needs to wait for others to deliver carefully cooked meals to his table every day.

Does he cook the food himself?

How can it be?

But Huo Yi said it very seriously, as if such a thing really happened.

Li Beijue felt unspeakably irritable. When Huo Yi was about to tell him about Chi Enen again, he interrupted angrily, "Forget it, I don't want to hear it!"

There's no way he's that naive!

It’s even more impossible to pursue a woman!

What kind of woman does he want that he doesn't have, and he needs to chase after her?

Unless that woman is as beautiful as a fairy!

Li Beijue's mind couldn't help but think of the pretty little face he saw at the airport. He was obviously average-looking, with nothing outstanding about him, and he even had a bare face and didn't even put on any foundation, but for some reason, he just remembered it clearly. From her eyebrows to the shape of her red lips, I even remember the long arc of her eyelashes.

If it was this woman...

There was a push on his chest.

He suddenly came back to his senses and realized what he was doing.

He was actually so impressed by a woman he had only met once and only glanced at. Damn it, how many times had he thought of that face during this day? !

"Shit!" Li Beijue stood up irritably and kicked over the trash can in front of him.

Huo Yicai helped him reapply medicine and bandage the injury on his shoulder. He was shocked when he suddenly saw him lose his temper, "Sir?"

Li Beijue's chest seemed to be burning with an unknown fire. The feeling of powerlessness that he wanted to vent but couldn't find a place to vent, and he didn't even know why he wanted to vent made him extremely irritable. He said calmly and expressionlessly, "I'll go. bath."

After saying that, regardless of what Huo Yi was saying behind him about not getting his wounds wet, he walked straight to the bedroom——

"Waste, lala, lala..." The sound of water in the bathroom rang.

ten minutes later.

The man who had taken a cold shower came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.

I don't know if it was because of the cold shower, but his face looked much better, at least he wasn't as irritable as before.

Even his sharp hair was still dripping with water. He picked up a brand new towel, wiped the water droplets from his hair, and threw the towel aside.

There happened to be an English detective story book lying there.

Why is there such a book in the bedroom? Who put it here?

He frowned and bent down to pick up the detective novel.

Before I could open it, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Sir, dinner is ready."

He hadn't eaten for a day, and his stomach was churning with acid. Li Beijue put down the detective story book that he should never have appeared in his bedroom, and went out.

After dinner, it was almost early morning.

He had no intention of taking a rest, but when he saw the detective novel he had casually thrown on the bedside just now, he picked it up again without knowing why.

He thought he would suffer from insomnia again tonight, but after reading a few stories, he closed his eyes for the first time and sank into darkness...