Chapter 9 The Sick Master Captured the Lamb

Raymond raised his eyebrows, seeming to admire her furious appearance, and his sexy thin lips drew a sneer: "What? Are you a beggar? I didn't expect that my Raymond Group would accept a beggar."

Martha Evans gritted her teeth and pointed at him: "You, you ..." She was to irritable to finish the sentence. What should she scold him for? Temperamental, ruthless, indifferent like Voldemort! These words were created for him.

Raymond Holmes laughed out when he saw her oval face flushing with anger and her eyes seeming to burst into flames under her black-framed glasses.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem " He who caught a cold coughed and was choked.

Martha Evans gloated: "Laugh as you may, it's also my honor to tease the President to laugh." He'd better cough out of breath.

Raymond Holmes's face was half red from coughing, and his face remained grim as he looked at her winning look, "Are you tired of living?"

Martha Evans had always felt that she was long-lived and would live at least for a hundred years: "Surely I wouldn't dare."

"Pour me a glass of water." He said in a deep voice.

Martha Evans had enough laughing and fighting words. It would be better to be a little more restrained.

"Yes, sir." She obediently answered and lifted her foot to walk over, but unexpectedly tripped up over an unknown object under her foot.

"Ah" Martha Evans only exclaimed half a syllable in shock, and the next second she fell straight onto someone. She directly pounced the president on the sofa.

Moreover, a cool feeling fell on her lips ...

Her apricot-like eyes once again exceeded the size of a bronze bell. Did she actually, actually kiss the President?

As a pair of big hands wrapped around her waist, Martha Evans reflexively moved his mouth away.

"So, you're so horny?" The president who was pressed under her body gave a wicked smile and said with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Uh, I didn't mean to, really, I swear." She laid down in his arms and erected three fingers, feeling that it would not be compelling enough unless she asked God to testify for her.

The president pondered for a moment as if seriously, then said with some regret, "It is said that some people always take making an oath as easy as eating green vegetables, I don't think I can believe you."

"I" Martha Evans was still trying to prove it, but suddenly found a serious question: why did the two of them keep this position of embracing each other?

"Now, President you let go of me first." She moved with her hands to break free of him.

Someone underneath stiffened and held her tighter: "I'm tired, let me get some sleep first."

So, he had her close, letting her face lie down on his broad chest, and narrowed his eyes. Surprisingly, asleep?

Wow, so long and beautiful eyelashes, Martha Evans should be thinking about how to get out made an envious sigh from heart.

"Mr President, you see, I am a person instead of a pillow. It is uncomfortable for you to sleep like this. How about I getting that pillow for you?" She offered weakly, afraid he wouldn't agree

Was he asleep?

Martha tried to push him away, but he held on tighter.

After some crying in her heart, well, she decided to settle it with violence!

"Mr President, I suddenly feel like peeing." It's said that the President had a great deal of eccentricities, and one to die for was that he had mysophobia.

There was no response from the person underneath.

"Mr President, I'm going to pee on you."

Still no response.

So, she had to make a tough move.

"Poof!" came the fart.

The handsome brow of the Master Present frowned, this guy finally stopped pretending to be a sleeping beauty.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Martha Evans used every bit of her strength to push him away.

"I'm sorry Mr President. Since the papers are here and the food is here, my mission is done. Excuse me first, bye!"

"Martha Evans." Someone's suppressed and vaguely angry voice came behind her.

"Ow, that stinks!" Finally drifted into her miserable cry.