Chapter 944: It's cold...Save me 2

A trace of murderous aura flashed in Bei Mingyu's eyes, he raised his lips, sneered, and called Obsidian to give a few words.

Mu Nansheng found an excuse to go to the bathroom. When he walked to the bathroom, it said that the men's bathroom was under maintenance. If you need to go to the bathroom, you must go to the second floor. Mu Nansheng's mind was a little confused at this time, so he turned away from the side. The stairs go to the second floor.

When he arrived on the second floor, he just turned to the bathroom. When he passed the first door, the door suddenly opened. He was pulled in with a force. Mu Nansheng's eyes were sharp, and he attacked the opponent with sharp moves, but Obviously, the other party had been prepared, just a few times, Mu Nansheng was twisted by the other party's arms, a pair of cold handcuffs handcuffed his hands.

Mu Nansheng turned around angrily, a look of astonishment flashed across his face when he saw Bei Mingyu.

Bei Mingyu's hand pushed hard, and he was pushed down on the sofa.

"Mu Nansheng, it's been a long time since I saw you." Bei Mingyu took off the golden glasses on his face that he would never leave, and the corners of his mouth raised an evil arc.

As the president of a country, Bei Mingyu has not put on his face since he took office. A pair of glasses made him look calm and wise, gentle and elegant, no one thought that he took off his glasses, like a complete change. A person was even a little bit angry.

"Your Excellency, what are you doing? What law did I commit and you handcuffed me? That's how you treat your people?"

Mu Nansheng tried desperately to calm himself down, his expression was also cold, but no one knew that his heart was overwhelmed.

Those dusty memories hit him like sea water, like a knife slicing his flesh.

"Of course not to treat others! But Mu Nansheng, this is what you owe me!" Bei Mingyu stepped forward and grabbed his clothes, with deep hatred in his eyes.

Mu Nansheng's expression was a little dazed, who owed whom?

He couldn't help frowning. The Bei Mingyu in front of him was completely different from a few years ago. He turned his head and said, "Let go of me!"

"If I want to let you go, why should I bother to get you to the second floor." Bei Mingyu approached him, breathing on his face.

"You... you did it on purpose! Bei Mingyu, you are now the president of the country, what do you want to do!" Mu Nansheng wanted to kick him angrily.

"What do you say I do! Would rather talk to that old man? Don't come to me!" Bei Mingyu now looks like a lunatic who loses his mind.

"Don't forget who you are!" Mu Nansheng glared at him angrily.

Bei Mingyu smiled suddenly, and his big hand gently stroked his firm waist, Mu Nansheng couldn't help shaking a few times.

Bei Mingyu said frivolously, "That old man doesn't know you at all, this is your sensitive point."

Mu Nansheng's face flushed, angry, ashamed and annoyed, "Have you done enough? The president doesn't want to be the president?"

"Of course, this position must be mine, and you--and it must be mine!" Bei Mingyu finished speaking, suddenly a silver needle was added to his hand, and he pierced one of his acupuncture points.

The strength of Mu Nansheng disappeared instantly, and he fell onto the sofa.

"Bei Mingyu, what on earth do you want to do? You are playing with fire, do you know!" Mu Nansheng's face was pale.

"I can burn myself with you, I will die without regret!"