268. In the President's World, Women Are Like Clothes
Mi Xiaomi's mouth twitched stiffly, idiot, who is Li Juehuang? How could he like a certain woman?
In his world, there should be only one kind of woman, and that is a plaything!
All the media describe it this way, he treats women like clothes!
When you get tired of playing with it, just change it...
Could it be...[
Mi Xiaomi's mind quickly flashed through the face of that black-faced god from Gui Qi!
Does he like Gui Qi?
I heard people say that in the underworld, they like to use code names to designate a person's name. Maybe this 303 is Ghost Seven...
The corners of his mouth were depressed, no wonder he was hiding his swollen panties...
You still don’t admit that you like men, huh!
Since there is someone you like, why don't you let yourself go? It's really abominable!
I got up, walked towards the door without looking back, pressed the password, and the door actually opened...
The security guards at the door all looked at Mi Xiaomi with strange eyes...
Mi Xiaomi cleared her throat and pretended to be calm. Good novels are here
"Young Master Huang wants to drink porridge. I'll get him a bowl. He doesn't want anyone to come in and disturb him..."
The security guards looked at each other, and finally bowed to Mi Xiaomi unanimously, "Yes!"
A stone in Mi Xiaomi's heart finally fell to the ground. She took a deep breath and quickened her pace to leave...
Pass through the long wooden carved corridor and walk straight towards the special VIP room No. 1...
Halfway through, my steps stopped...
I want to turn back, but I am afraid that the devil will wake up and continue to humiliate me in every possible way...
But, if I don’t go...
His pale face and painful expression always appeared in my mind...
After hesitating for a long time, she decided to go to Guiqi first...
In Room 1 of the maid's room, she found Gui Qi, who was leaning on the sofa with half of his shoulders wrapped in gauze, smoking in depression...[
The ashtray in front of him was already full, and many half-cut cigarette butts fell directly on the coffee table...
The air was filled with the smell of smoke, which was extremely choking.
Mi Xiaomi stretched out her hand and waved it vigorously. The dirty air, like a devil, penetrated into her mouth and nose, and she coughed desperately...
Holding back the tears, I hurriedly opened the curtains, raised the ventilation opening on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and turned on the air conditioner to ventilation mode...
After wiping his eyes, he could clearly see Gui Qi stuck on the sofa.
"Wow, you're not going to sit here and smoke all the time, are you?"
His face was covered with beards, his face was withered, his hair was disheveled, and he looked as dejected as a beggar on the street!
How does this look like the black-faced god who is usually vicious towards him?
When Gui Qi heard her voice, he didn't even bother to raise his head. He just said coldly, "Get out!"
If she hadn't told her that she liked Li Juehuang in the ward that day, it would have been impossible for the young emperor to ignore her for two days in a row...
In the past, whenever he was injured, he would definitely come to visit him personally.
If there are special circumstances, such as this time, the emperor happens to be injured, then he will definitely have someone come to take care of him personally...
But, this time, not only did the young master not have anyone come to look after him, he even went to see the young master, but the young master avoided him...
"Hey, don't you remember that you said that I can send you in the future? You showed your true nature so quickly? Oh..."
"I'll let you out!"
There was obvious anger on Gui Qi's face, and it could be seen that his hostility towards Mi Xiaomi seemed to be deeper than before.