Chapter 192: Whose Fault Is This?
Su BaoBao was momentarily stunned, then she slightly pursed her lips, raising her hands to encircle Oliver Donald's neck and smiled, "President, do you want to guess?"
What type do you like?
Whatever type you are, that's the type I like.
Su BaoBao's words were as good as not saying anything at all.
Oliver Donald let out a scoff, kissing Su BaoBao on the lips, his voice filled with an unreasonably domineering tone, "Need to guess? Naturally, it's my type."
He didn't care what type Su BaoBao liked. Since she was now his woman, she could only, and must, like his type.
"President, you’re being too domineering!" After a moment, Su BaoBao said with a laugh.
Oliver Donald stroked her hair, "It's your honor."
"By the way, you mentioned earlier that Xia Ji
