[BL] Did The Domineering President Speak Well Today?

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66. I rush to chat with you every day, chatting nonsense, you think I am idle

    His neck is rusty, raising hia head slowly and with difficulty.

    The young master was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning against the balcony railing, with an arrogant and ruthless look on his face.

    Just like the first time I saw you.

    He stood up suddenly, scowled, and rushed into the main house.

    "Susu, why are you going?" Nangong Rong called anxiously.

    "I'm going to wash the glass."

    Su Xici found that he didn't have the glass, walked back a few steps, grabbed the wine glass in his hand, and rushed into the kitchen.

    Nangong Rong looked at his empty hands and exclaimed excitedly, "I haven't finished my wine yet!"

    That was his week's supply, and there was only one third left.

    "Okay, let alone drink." The old man leaned back on the reclining chair again.

    "Looking at it like this, we can drink the wedding wine right away, what's the difference?" The masseur laughed, patting his calf muscles with his hands.

    "Not to mention, if I don't have this glass of wine, I don't know if the wedding will be available." Nangong Rong laughed.

    Looking up to the balcony on the second floor, it was already empty.

    Su Xici spilled his hand on the cocktail, and his cuffs were also wet. Even after washing his hands, they still smelled of alcohol.

    He picked up the cuffs and put them under the tap to rinse them. This time the smell of wine was gone, and the sleeves were wet and stuck to his wrists.

    Su Xici became more and more irritable.

    "Susu." The

    thin figure froze.

    "I'm here." Before he could answer, a voice answered for him first.

    Nangong Ran irritatedly said: "Sleep and sleep, let me go to sleep quickly." Adding to the chaos.

    The page on the armrest of the wheelchair faded.

    "Susu." He called again softly.

    "I'm here." Su Xici immediately stood up straight and replied in response.

    A chuckle came from behind.

    Su Xici's face turned black.

    "You give it another name." He muttered dissatisfied.

    "Turn around and look at me."

    "Is there something wrong, young master? I still have a lot to do."

    "Turn around."

    Su Xici turned off the water switch, lowered his head, and clutched his sleeves turn around.

    "The sleeves are wet."

    "Yeah."

    "Wring it dry so it doesn't get wet."

    Su Xici lifted up half of the cuff and twisted it, and a few drops of water rolled down between his fingers and could no longer be squeezed out. , "Okay."

    "Yeah." There

    was an unspeakable silence.

    Nangong Ran grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, facing the person, but didn't know how to speak.