Tonight's charity party ended with the departure of the mysterious man.

Li Beichen's face was as ugly as it should be.

Since he took charge of the whole royal court, even the board of directors has succumbed to his cold and cruel wrist.

No one dared challenge him.

For the first time, they were planted in the hands of their own women.

He reached out and rubbed the twisted English eyebrow.

The cold handsome face was instantly gloomy.

His eyes were sharp as a knife and gouged out the thin figure who had just come out of the meeting.

She can dress so enchanting and charming.

The delicate facial features are as cold and beautiful as fire. Every frown and frown shows thousands of customs.

The beauty of Yuxuan is not only men, but also women.

When he was away, he was so indulgent carrying his husband behind his back?

People who don't know still think she's fishing for Caizi.

There is not a trace of Mrs. Li's elegance.

At the door of the hotel, luxury cars are everywhere.

Bentley stopped there.

The man's long legs overlap and his temperament proudly leans on the leather back seat.

The inborn heroism cannot be ignored.

Half narrowed sharp eyes, long and narrow, yin and prey.

The sky was covered with dark clouds.

It's dark. There's going to be a heavy rain.

Coldly picked his eyebrows, and Li Beichen ordered the assistant in the driver's seat: "let her come over."

Qin shaomei's heart beat.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw that the man was covered with frost.

He got off the bus without hesitation.

A dark suit crossed the crowd and walked towards Yuxuan.

Her Ferrari stopped far away and could only walk a distance first.

In front of me, the figure of a man is covered.

"Madam, the president asked me to pick you up." The young man was handsome and polite with a smile, but he had a few dandies between his eyes and eyebrows.

Yuxuan remembered that at the charity party, when she shouted, the man was laughing low.

It seems how ridiculous she is to bid.

Now Yuxuan knows the reason.

He is assistant Li Beichen.

Watching his president and his wife tear each other apart and love each other so much, he happily watched the play.

I'm not afraid of many things.

Li Beichen's assistants, one by one, are amazing.

Yuxuan looked at the assistant in front of him coldly, and his red lips flashed a seemingly indistinct arc, "sorry, I have a small law, so I can drive back to the hotel by myself."

He thinks she's stupid?

Seeing Li Beichen at this time, didn't the wolf enter the tiger's mouth?

He couldn't decide how to punish her.

Hide first.

Around Qin Shao, before taking a few steps, the majestic heavy rain poured down.

The slender body was soon wet by the rain.

It's cool on her skin.

The man in the back seat of Bentley frowned.

The long finger proudly unbuttoned the black suit.

Push open the door.

Qin Shao frowned and hurried back to hold an umbrella for him.

Yuxuan reluctantly raised her arm, blocked her head and hurried towards her Ferrari.

A black umbrella suddenly appeared at the bottom of his eyes.

As soon as I looked up, I saw a deep and cold face.

Li Beichen was dressed in a pure hand-made ink suit, and the outline engraved by his pen made him feel noble, arrogant and chilly.

The pupil of the amber version of Yuxuan shrinks fiercely.

"Can you go back with me?" His low, dumb voice was like black coffee, mellow and awesome.

Yuxuan pursed his lips and subconsciously retreated to distance from Li Beichen.

The man reached out and took her into his arms.

Yuxuan stumbled and fell into his warm and steady arms.

The broad palm domineering strongly imprisoned her slender waist and gradually approached.

Yuxuan struggled, and the man hugged his arms more and more tightly.

"Mrs. Li, when you get back, I'll give you a chance to explain slowly."