Chapter 604

The night is very deep, and Li Beichen hasn't come back yet.

After Wu Ma waited on Li Nana to go to bed, she advised Yuxuan to have an early rest, but she refused and insisted on waiting for Li Beichen to come back.

Yuxuan knew that the state banquet was not simple, otherwise Li Beiming would not come to the capital of Huadu late at night to insult her.

Yes, it's urgent.

Li Beichen may have a greater grasp of this game.

She said don't socialize too late and come back early.

He answered well.

Then she'll wait for him.

Unable to sit still in the bedroom, Yuxuan returned to the big sugar maple and wandered carelessly on the swing.

But it began to rain.

Wu Ma took an umbrella and went down. At the end of September, the cold air at night was very heavy. She could not help shaking.

"Madam, you'd better go back to your room and have a rest. Pay attention to your health."

Yuxuan felt weak all over. The hand that took the umbrella was soft and weak.

"Wu Ma, I can stand it. It's you. Don't accompany me and have a rest."

"If you don't rest, I can't rest assured." Wu Ma put the prepared shawl over Yuxuan's shoulder and smiled kindly, "it's nice to have you two less“

When she said this, Wu Ma looked up at the quiet Jianlan mountain, sighed and continued: "in the past, it was common for ER Shao to be busy until one or two o'clock. Sometimes it was the next morning when she worked overtime. She lived in the capital of Huadu very few times. The company was like his home. I was the only old woman guarding the whole Jianlan mountain."

The rain drizzled heavily, fell on the red maple leaves of Jianlan mountain, and slid onto the grass.

Listen to Wu Ma quietly, and Yuxuan doesn't interrupt.

Li Beichen's busy and lonely, she knows, she knows.

For the rest of his life, he won't be allowed to stay with only black coffee.

......

In the lobby of the hotel with exquisite decoration, there are luxurious pomp and sounds of air-conditioning.

Walking in the front, the man with a cold face is suffocating with a trance of handsome eyebrows and eyes.

"Li Zong!!"

The chairman of Hangzhou real estate raised his smile and shook hands with him, "it's really hard for you to come here tonight. About the real estate project of Hangzhou real estate in Shencheng..."

Li Beichen's eyebrow peak was slightly restrained, his cold thin lips were tight and tight, and he was a little unhappy.

That pair of black eyes, cold and deep, go without seeing the bottom.

Shao Qin, the special assistant nearby, politely made a gesture and interrupted each other, "President Chen, we're in a hurry."

The man was a little embarrassed and had to watch the proud man leave.

Bentley's window rose slowly, and Li Beichen's cold and resolute side face disappeared in front of the precious people in Hangzhou.

Leaning obliquely against the back of the chair, he reached out and rubbed the frown.

"Did the wife rest?"

"Wu Ma just called and said that her wife is still waiting for you."

Li Beichen frowned.

He proudly turned his watch. His thin lips gently opened: "I'll give you fifteen minutes."

In a word, Shao Qin swallowed his saliva in disbelief.

Fifteen minutes from the state banquet Bureau back to kuailan mountain?

Overspeed, high overspeed?

Shao Qin wanted to say something, but he felt that the cold and cruel cunning's eyes came with a strong aura and pressure, and he was scared to start Bentley quickly.

Meanwhile, Maserati, not far away, lights up.

That car, Li Beiming.

Unexpectedly, the man will be waiting for him here.

"Two little?" Shaoqin turned back and waited for his sign.

"Now that you're here, I'll see you." Cold as ice, the majestic narrow cold air field, Li Beichen seems to come from the Luocha of hell.

The pattering rain is still falling. In the dense rain curtain, the tall and straight figure in ink is proud and cold under the sound of "slamming" the door.

Under the bustling, charming and intoxicated City, two equally tall men make people stop and dare not move forward.

Li Beiming lit a cigarette and smiled with a vague meaning.

"Beichen, do you remember the woman in the presidential suite on the 16th floor of Milan Garden Hotel four years ago?"

Snuffling out the cigarette end, a bloodthirsty sneer bloomed on his lips, "don't you think Miss Shi's voice is familiar?"