Two-Faced President, So Hard to Placate (40)

"Hahahaha..." The pain in his chest only made Zhang Jingchen laugh, and the more he laughed, the more carefree he became.

He forcefully pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her hard. "I'm only cold-blooded toward others. Toward you, my blood runs hot."

"..." I suspect this guy's making a dirty joke, but I have no proof.

Also, did he even know what a kiss was?

Why did he bite her every time?

Didn't it hurt?

After staring intensely at her for a while, Zhang Jingchen said solemnly, "Fine. I promise you—I won't confront him."

Su Qiao let out a sigh of relief.

She had finally managed to calm him down.

She knew his temperament. Once he agreed to something, he would never go back on his word.

Seeing her exhale as if she had survived a disaster, Zhang Jingchen's lips lifted again despite himself.

It seemed this little woman was hopelessly in love with him.

She was actually this worried.

In a good mood, he reached out and pinched her little cheek. "Anything else?"

"If not, then it's my turn to make demands."

Su Qiao's eyes widened in surprise. "You have demands too?"

"Why can't I have demands?"

"Fine, let's hear them." She wanted to see what unreasonable demand this man would make.

"First, you're not allowed to like that idiot. Second, you're not allowed to keep staring at him. Third, you're not allowed to get too close to him. Fourth, you're not allowed to praise him. Fifth..."

The more Su Qiao listened, the more black lines appeared on her forehead. In the end, she couldn't take it anymore and reached out to cover his mouth.

"I only made two demands, and you're still going on and on?"

Just how wary was this man of First