Strong counterattack: President, bullying is too much

"Li Yunting!"

At this moment, seeing a living person, Yan Xia was even more moved than seeing Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who saved the suffering.

She hugged Li Yunting tightly, rubbed against his chest desperately, and said in a crying voice:

"Young Master Ting, the almighty Young Master Ting! Your house is really haunted, a female ghost in red, I won't lie to you! Just let me go! I still want to take care of my mother..."

Li Yunting, who was wearing pajamas, looked down at the frightened Yan Xia, raised his arms and hugged her gently.

"You're wrong, it's just an oil painting."

"No!" Yan Xia raised her head, swearing, "I really see clearly."

Li Yunting patted her on the head: "Even if there is a ghost in this castle, why can't I see it?"

Yan Xia pursed her lips: "Because...you are a man, you have a strong yang, ghosts dare not mess with you..."

The corner of Li Yunting's mouth twitched slightly: "So it's because you have a lot of yin energy...then you should absorb more of my yang energy in the dress shop today."

"You...do you have humanity...you are still kidding me at this time..."

Yanxia was so angry that she stepped on his foot, but she forgot that she was not wearing shoes, this foot had no lethality at all, but it made Li Yunting's feet numb and her heart trembled.

His eyes became softer, he took her hand and walked upstairs.

"Where are you taking me?"

Yan Xia also suspected that the voice was coming from upstairs, so how could she dare to go up.

Li Yunting picked her up and strode back to the second floor: "Sleep with me."

Yan Xia suddenly panicked, her panic expression was no less than when she saw a ghost just now.

"I don't want to..." She twisted her body and refused to give in.

Li Yunting glared at her: "Then go back to the room and sleep with the ghost."

"I do not want!"

When Yan Xia heard this, she was so frightened that she wept with a sad face, and hugged Li Yunting's neck tightly, strangling him until he couldn't breathe.

Just like last night, she was locked in his arms on the big bed, unable to struggle but to accept her fate.

Before going to bed, she murmured to him: "Can I ask for leave tomorrow...I have to ask for a peace talisman..."

He smelled her hair and squinted his eyes. "Can."

"Thank you..." She was finally relieved, and fell asleep with her little face against his chest...

Feeling that her stiff body had finally softened, he unconsciously smiled: "You're welcome..."

Li Yunting never dreams, but tonight he had a very sweet dream.

Until... He felt a pain in his butt and woke up from the floor.

"Su Yanxia!"

He stood up, looked at Yanxia who was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly with her mouth open, and roared.

Yan Xia turned over, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, and muttered, "What are you doing..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly opened her eyes!

Who is talking to her?Is there someone in her room?Why does the voice sound like that demon Li Yunting?

As soon as she sat up, she saw Li Yunting glaring at her angrily.

"You! You big pervert!" Yanxia picked up the pillow and threw it at him, "Why do you always run to my bedside and yell at me while I'm asleep..."

Li Yunting caught the pillow with cold eyes.

"Find out, whose room is this! Whose bed!"

Yan Xia was taken aback for a moment, looked around, and then remembered in a trance that in the middle of the night she suspected that she had seen a ghost, and was carried into his room by him.

She smiled awkwardly, crawled towards him, pulled back the pillow that was used to attack him, and put it on the bedside to gently pat the folds: "I... I fell asleep, I'm sorry..."

"This is a bed that is [-] meters wide and [-] meters long. Is it not enough for you to sleep?"

Li Yunting's butt hurt, his face was livid.

"Enough...it must be enough..." Yanxia looked at him innocently, "You obviously brought me up, but now you are losing your temper with me..."

"Lie down!"

Li Yunting gave a cold shout, which made Yanxia tremble in fright, without even thinking about it, she rolled over on the bed like a conditioned reflex.