Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

He opened the notebook and tapped his fingers on it twice, obviously absent-minded. Huo Yi said helplessly when he saw it, "Young Master, you don't have to worry about the Sir. The Sir only suffered a small shoulder injury."

The noble boy who had just seen the outline stiffened his back, and immediately denied it arrogantly, "I didn't care about him."

His duplicity was so obvious that Huo Yi didn't know how to answer it, so he could only follow his words to comfort the staring young man, "Yes, the young master didn't care about the Sir. I just told the young master, the Sir There is a small injury on the shoulder, and it has been treated in the hospital, so there is no need to worry."

"I'll say it again, I'm not worried!" Chi Baobao's phoenix eyes, which are unique to a man from the Li family, are extraordinarily noble and powerful. At this moment, those beautiful eyes were wide open, stained with annoyance, and his hands left the keyboard.

So obviously worried, and insisting that he is not worried, there is no one else!

Huo Yi lowered his head wisely, "I understand, young master."

Chi Baobao felt as if he had punched the cotton with a fist, and he couldn't express his breath in his chest. He pursed his lips into a straight line, clenched his fists and turned his head to focus on the computer screen again. Putting his hands on the keyboard again, he clicked the mouse to log in to the chat software, clicked on the top dialog box and looked at it, and frowned fiercely when he found that the other party was still offline.

This is the third day.

Why is the slug not online yet? What did she do!

Chi Baobao's chest was inexplicably irritable, and everything he looked at felt unpleasant. He touched the keyboard with his fingers and wanted to send a message several times, but every time he typed the word, he deleted it in the next second. After repeating this several times, he seemed to have come to his senses, and turned off the laptop with a snap.

Huo Yi was startled when he heard the movement, and asked, "Young master, have you encountered any unhappy things? Do you need my help?"

"I'm not unhappy." Chi Baobei replied quickly, without thinking at all.

He frowned, and was in a terrible mood. He didn't even drink the iced orange juice he liked to drink all the time, stood up and walked to the bedroom.

Halfway through, he didn't know what to think of, and he fell back and sat down to open his notebook again.

This time, he seemed to have figured it out, recalled the previous dialog box, and quickly typed three words and sent it.

[come out faster. ]

He sent the message, his shoulders relaxed, and his eyes were fixed on the screen, waiting for the other end to return to him. After waiting for five minutes, there was still no response from the other end, and his heroic brows furrowed fiercely again.

[Slug, I count to 3, if you don’t reply to my message, I will blackmail you. ]

[1. ]

[2. ]

It was quiet on the screen, as if he was the only one talking to himself, and Chi Baobao's face became more and more gloomy, whether it would affect his ever-growing handsome face.

Standing by the side, Huo Yi happened to be able to see what he was posting. He peeked curiously, and saw the precocious young master who claimed to be an adult staring at the computer screen seriously, and kept sending messages there.

The note on the chat dialog box is even more strange [stupid slug].

He has never heard the young master mention the name slug, but he often hears the young master call the young miss the nickname of fool.

It seems that the young master likes to call the people he likes stupid.

[Stupid slug] No matter how you look at it, this note looks like a girl. Could it be that the young master—has a puppy love?