President's husband

Li Mingyi twitched the corners of his lips mockingly, and finally retracted his feet mercifully.

Sensing his retreat, Qin Niange couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, but for some reason, she felt a vague emptiness in her heart.

Realizing the deepest feeling in his heart, Qin Niange's eyes couldn't help but feel a little sore. Is she really as shameless as he said?

Why would she be greedy for his touch under such circumstances?

"It's fine for you to eat here, or I'll take her back. When Nian Ge sees the thunder and rain, his legs will go limp. You can't just support her."

As Li Mingyi said, he also stood up from the dining chair, walked to Qin Niange's side, bent down and picked her up.

Qin Niange was startled by his action, and put his arms around his neck in panic, his watery eyes met his inadvertently.

Su Zhiwei's hands supporting Qin Niange were left hanging in the air. After a long time, she clenched her fists and quietly retracted her hands: "In this case, remember to ask Aunt Lan to take good care of her. I'll wait for you here."

"Okay." After Li Mingyi finished speaking, he carried Qin Niange out of the dining room.

Su Zhiwei looked at their backs, but her fists covered by her sleeves couldn't help clenching tighter.

Does Ming Yi really hate Qin Niange as much as he said?Why did she see something different about him?

As soon as she got out of Su Zhiwei's sight, the smile on Li Mingyi's lips disappeared instantly.

He lowered his head and looked into Qin Niange's eyes quietly, but his hands had already started to move.

With a strong arm, the original princess hug has changed. Li Mingyi supported her hip with an iron arm, like holding a child, letting her stay in his arms.

However, Qin Niange's skirt was pulled aside by him, and his arm, which was only covered by the shirt, was tightly attached to her.

Qin Niange gasped, put his hands between the two subconsciously, and protested in a low voice: "No."

Li Mingyi frowned instantly, looked at her dangerously, and said in a low voice, "Don't move!"

Hearing his warning, Qin Niange froze in his arms in horror, his wet eyes timidly looked into his cold eyes: "Brother Ming Yi, I... I can walk by myself."

Hearing this address from her mouth, Li Mingyi couldn't help but feel a sense of boredom in his heart, he snorted coldly: "Are you sure?"

Although he asked this question, he didn't wait for her answer.

Because no matter what her answer was, the impression of her was already deeply ingrained in his mind, and it was impossible to change it.

Qin Niange lowered his eyelids to cover his hurt eyes, and let his iron arms wrap around him tightly.

Li Mingyi's eyes dimmed again, and he couldn't wait to walk quickly to her door, pushed the door open and walked in, and threw her on the bed.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body was pressed on her body, and the heavy pressure made her softly cry: "Brother Ming Yi..."

Li Mingyi's eyes were deep and deep, and the corners of his lips curled up in a cruel arc.

His eyes seemed to have been soaked in the icy water of nine cold days, and every trace of it could frostbite one's heart.

Sensing his intention, Qin Niange shook his head in panic, and pushed his small hand on his chest again: "No... Sister Weiwei is still here..."

Even the door to her room was left open.

If Su Zhiwei couldn't wait to run up, she would be able to see the situation between them at a glance.

But Li Mingyi didn't care at all, and whispered in her ear: "She is here, shouldn't you like me to kiss you more?"

Qin Niange almost burst into tears at his humiliating words, sobbing and unable to say a word.