Chapter 322

Buried in Li Beichen's neck nest, the tip of his nose belongs to his taste.

Yuxuan thought a lot.

From the first time I saw Li Beichen to now.

She seems to want to engrave everything in her mind.

Later, I was so tired that I went to sleep unconsciously.

When her head was heavy and confused, she felt that her powerful arm placed her on such a big double bed.

The man put his arms on both sides of her, and the strong male breath poured down and brushed her ears, itching.

Almost subconsciously, she stretched out her hand, grabbed Li Beichen's neck and pulled him closer to herself.

I'm not honest when I fall asleep.

The cool thin lips outline the radian of a smile.

Like that, invert all sentient beings.

The silkworm quilt was lifted and the man lay down.

With a long arm, the woman who talks nonsense in her dream will be embraced in her arms.

Ying Leng's sharpened chin rubbed her soft hair, bent down and kissed her forehead, as if it could relieve stomach pain.

The night is deep, but it becomes so gentle.

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The next morning.

When Yuxuan woke up, his eyes were full of morning light.

Turned over, but the slender fingers only brushed the empty silkworm quilt.

She slept too heavily and woke up too late. Li Beichen had already gone to Yuzun.

The bottom of my heart is inexplicably empty.

She couldn't help but wonder if there would be a day when the French windows would fall on the carpet with the warm morning light.

The man was tall and straight with a light and straight black suit on his back. At the moment she woke up, he turned his powerful watch with dignity and pride and walked towards her with a smile.

Strong arms propped on her sides, bent down, kissed her forehead and said good morning.

Thinking so, Yuxuan wanted to sink with him to the end.

But the reason that remained in her mind stopped her from thinking.

Even if she knew that she had fallen in love with him, blindly avoiding or even unwilling to admit her feelings was a drop in the bucket and futile, she was not willing to degenerate like this.

Because the woman he loves is giovinci.

Yuxuan was afraid that his feelings would fall into the abyss, and there was no possibility of seeing the sun again.

Shook his head, tried to force himself not to think about messy things, took a few deep breaths, turned over, pulled his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

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Yuzun group, a huge office on the 46th floor.

The colored lines on the black screen refresh every few minutes. The atmosphere of the whole conference room is solemn and cold, making people nervous and sweating all over.

Thirty minutes later, the door of the conference room finally opened and the senior management breathed a sigh of relief.

Special assistant Cheng Yuan holds the information in his hand and knocks on the oak door to enter.

"President, I have found all the information you want."

"What about the child?" Li Beichen collected his narrow and long eyes, glanced at the curve on the computer, and his thin lips faintly spilled a few words.

After only looking at him, Cheng Yuan's heart suddenly tightened and said, "it will be sent home the day after tomorrow."

"Yes." Seeing that Cheng Yuan didn't quit the meeting room, Li Beichen frowned coldly. He asked coldly, "what's the matter? What's up? "

Cheng Yuan nodded, carefully observed his expression and said timidly, "president, it's already 11:30. It's time for you to have dinner."

The fingers on the keyboard stopped, and Li Beichen closed the folder. There was cold ice residue between Junlang's eyebrows and eyes, "let her send me rice."

It's been a day since yesterday.

This woman really has no self-knowledge.

"Yes, president."

Cheng Yuangang was about to call Yuxuan. The man got up from his desk. His indifferent voice came, "tell her to do it by herself."

Don't think he won't know if she packs food from the hotel and does it perfunctorily.