Chapter 503

Hai Xiaomin hid from her and thought he had no choice?

Little steamed stuffed bun is ill, but he has an absolutely reasonable excuse to visit!

From time to time, the remaining light from the corner of Ling Yao's eyes glanced at the large and small gift boxes on the seat beside him. The slightly upturned radian on the corner of his lips was evil, elegant and sexy. He raised his hand and covered his left chest. Under his hand, he felt the touch of paper hard objects through his clothes, and the soft light rippled slowly at the bottom of the man's Obsidian eyes.

The luxury car arrived at Swan community.

The pediatrician who had been notified in advance had packed up and looked a little cramped, showing that the other party was in a hurry.

The door was opened by the bodyguard. Ling Yao got out of the car in a high-grade hand-made plain clothes. His innate dignity was shown. The pediatrician quickly lowered his head and paid tribute to him: "Mr. Nazhi."

Ling Yao nodded and led the bodyguard holding the gift box and the doctor into the residential building. It was magnificent and eye-catching.

Outside the door number a-07, the party stood still and Ling Yao raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

No one answered in the room.

Pretending to be away from home again?

Ling Yao kept on ringing the doorbell for three minutes, which made him suspicious. Is he really not there?

Strongly holding down the impulse to let people break the door directly, Ling Yao raised his hand and hooked his fingers. A bodyguard came forward. Ling Yao tilted his eyes and whispered, "go ask next door."

Hai Xiaomin's next door neighbor, Ling Yao, is only familiar with that sissy. It seems that her name is... Christine?

Long before Hai Xiaomin set out, Christine got her advice. If someone comes to her, it's best to pretend not to be at home!

Christine didn't quite understand what Hai Xiaomin said until he took a hot bath at home, but he heard the doorbell ring.

Who?

He didn't order takeout. He didn't make an appointment for anyone to meet at home at this time. The bath time was disturbed. Christine frowned with dissatisfaction. The door bell mixed with the rapid knocking at the door. He didn't care about Hai Xiaomin's advice. He hurriedly wrapped a bath towel around his waist and was ready to see what happened.

I never wanted to go out of the bathroom and just walked to the middle of the living room——

"Bang!" with a loud noise, Christine was shocked and looked at the violent demolition of her door. A strong man in black came in one after another.

Seeing this, Christine brushes her hands to protect her red fruit's chest!

The next moment, he was held by two people in black and brought to the corridor!

"Stop! Let me go! What are you doing? Shit! It's illegal for you to do this! I'll let my lawyer draw up..." Christine shouted in surprise and anger.

Imagine you take a comfortable bath at home, when someone suddenly breaks in and forcibly takes you to a public place with untidy clothes. How can you calm down!

However, when he saw Ling Yao, Christine subconsciously choked and struggled to stop. At the same time, he suddenly felt a loose waist.

Not good——

While the foreboding in her heart soared, Christine's white bath towel around her waist slipped slowly, but no one could stop it.

The bath towel fell gorgeous to his feet, and more than ten pairs of eyes focused on his waist, including himself!

Collective silence.

Between the lightning and flint, Christine's face became colorful. Some people were embarrassed to move away from their eyes, while others were slightly surprised. They looked at Christine, who was obviously weak, with some complex eyes.

After looking at someone, Ling Yao just sneered slightly.

This made Christine blush even more. At this time, he struggled again, and the bodyguards released him wisely, and let him pick up the bath towel on the ground with a face of shame and anger and tie it in his waist!

"What are you looking at? Do you want to try with me?" Christine glanced at the crowd angrily and scolded angrily. His white cheeks were red with shame. Coupled with his feminine and handsome appearance, the remaining eyes were embarrassed.

It seems that there are many fags in England

Just as Christine wanted to say something, he heard a cold, low male voice: "Christine."

Christine looked at Ling Yao, remained silent for three seconds, and suddenly changed his face. He swept away his angry face, smiled modestly and nervously, and made a gesture to flash: "Mr. naghi, I'm honored to meet you again, but my description is really a little indecent. Can I go back to the house and dress up and let's talk about it in detail?"

"No!" unexpectedly, Ling Yao categorically refused and said, "no one will care about your skin bag."

"..." but he cares about it, okay?!

Christine tears.

"Let me ask you, is Hai Xiaomin at home?" Ling Yao went straight to the point.

Christine hesitated, aiming at the closed door of Hai Xiaomin's house, then pointing to the door of his glorious sacrifice, weakly swallowed saliva: "why don't you go in this way?"

Ling Yao stared coldly: "you care about me!"

Christine immediately retracted her claws and twitched at the corners of her lips: "if you're looking for Ivy, I'm afraid you'll be out of the air. Ivy is away."

Away?

Ling Yao frowned slightly: "take Elvis with you?"

"Of course!"

Ling Yao's color sank imperceptibly. Didn't he say that the steamed stuffed bun was ill? He even took the "sick" child away. It was really a fraud.

Ling Yao: "where have they gone?"

"Well... I'm not sure about this. Maybe you can call Ivy by yourself?" Hai Xiaomin made a special explanation before leaving, and couldn't casually reveal her whereabouts.

Ling Yao's deep black eyes brewing a touch of treachery at the bottom of his eyes, and his tone is still calm: "do you want to try your naked photo to be on the headlines of major British newspapers tomorrow morning?"

"I remember! It seems that Ivy inadvertently mentioned that she wanted to go back to her hometown!" Christine replied.

Sorry, ivy, don't blame him for his lack of justice. He really doesn't doubt that the man in front of him can do what he says!

Ling Yao was a little stunned, and then a sudden color appeared at the bottom of his eyes. His hometown... H city of China?

The handsome man without a couple has a little more distorted color. She doesn't get angry. Damn woman, did she really turn her son and hide in H city?

Is he like a wolf or a tiger or a leopard? Is he so terrible?!

……

"Ah cut -" at the other end, Hai Xiaomin, who had just got off the plane, sneezed.

Are your parents talking about her?

Hai Xiaomin couldn't help smiling. She was dressed in a long pink windbreaker, backed by white tight pants, with exquisite and elegant white thin heels on her feet, a soft long hair slanting on her left chest, and wearing a pair of fashionable women's sunglasses. The frame covered half of her palm sized face.

She held a passport in one hand and a cute and trendy steamed stuffed bun with sunglasses in the other. Behind her, Tang Xuan escorted the mother and son as a patron saint. In the eyes of outsiders, she seemed to be a standard family of three, followed by two bodyguards.

Haixiaomin is close to his hometown. He simply picked up the steamed stuffed bun and took everyone to the airport quietly and quickly.