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120 Potential To Be a Domineering President
Thinking of this, Nangong Jue felt terrible.
Fang Ming said that his behavior was called “not knowing how to cherish when you have it, only chasing after it when you lose it”. To describe it in one phrase, it was “you asked for it.”
That’s not right. That guy was scolding him in different ways… Had he been too kind recently? Then next month’s bonus is gone too.
Since he dared to call him a brainless domineering president, he should be brainless and childish. If he was not fine, he could not let others be fine either.
It would only be bad if everyone was suffering!
Therefore, a certain all-rounded a.s.sistant, who was exploited by the capitalists, sneezed twice again and had to take out two packets of blue roots and drink them.
“No…” Yan Zimeng shook her head. “It’s not like that, Ah Jue. You love me. All these years, you’ve only been good to me. Can you not lie to yourself? I know it hurt you a lot when I left back then, but now that I’m back, can you give me a chance to make it up to you? I’ll love you more than she does, really…”
Nangong Jue frowned. He had already said it so bluntly. Why didn’t she believe him? He suddenly recalled those brainless president novels he had read. Those domineering presidents seemed to be like this too. No matter what they said, he didn’t believe them. Even if the evidence was in front of him, he didn’t believe it. He only believed what he thought.
What was the saying? ‘I don’t want you to think, I want me to think!’
Could it be that Yan Zimeng also had the potential to be a domineering president? Was this woman trying to s.n.a.t.c.h his role?
But that wasn’t right. Wasn’t the domineering president usually a man?
Seeing that Nangong Jue was silent, Yan Zimeng thought that he was tempted by her words. She hurriedly tried harder. Her eyes were red, and tears seemed to fall from them. She looked really pitiful. “Ah Jue, if you really don’t want a divorce, I won’t force you. But I only hope that you can let me stay by your side. I don’t ask for status. Really, I…”
Nangong Jue’s eyes widened. Did this woman know what she was talking about?
In the past twenty years, almost all of his feelings for women came from He Rong. To He Rong, his son was an accident at first. The reason why he was not aborted was that that woman wanted to use him to exchange for benefits from the Nangong family. When he grew up, he would become a tool again, a tool to earn money.
In the eyes of the Nangong family, he was a disgusting existence and a symbol of humiliation.
However, back then, Yan Zimeng had given him a piece of candy when he was in despair, making him remember that perhaps the world was still a little warm.
Later, when he returned to the country and met her, he treated her as family.
In fact, when He Rong was looking for a marriage partner for her, he really thought that he might be able to marry her. Although he might not love her, he would definitely treat her very well.
However, when he saw her kissing the 60-year-old Robles for a role, he knew that he was too naive. Women? Heh!
Han Binglan was an accident. His only impression of her was that she was a pretty village girl. He did not think that she really liked him. He even thought that her pursuit might be humiliating him at first.
However, that woman gave him a completely different feeling.
She was determined to like him. No matter how others mocked her, no matter how cold he was, she was determined. This kind of love was not for a day or two, but for five years.