She understood what he was implying, and pushed him out of the door with a red face. With her "No", Beichen Xiao was ruthlessly kicked out.
Bei Chenxiao looked at the closed door and chuckled helplessly.
This little woman just couldn't stand such jokes. Look, she fell out with him again.
He walked down the stairs, took out his phone and called Lei Xiang, "Send someone to keep an eye on Beichen Zhehan. If there is any movement from him, let me know as soon as possible."
"Yes, Master."
Beichen Zhehan suddenly came to Wen Tong today, not just because he wanted to "chat". He had tried his best to protect her from being exposed by the media, but Beichen Zhehan would still find her. Does that mean that someone was fanning the flames behind her back?
.
He will definitely find this person.
In the boxing gym, two men with the same perfect bodies were fighting shirtless. The crystal sweat rolled on the wheat-colored skin and turned into pearls and dripped on the carpet.
Yin Zhen drank wine and edited text messages with dexterous fingers, disdainful of this barbarian movement.
After a long time, the man on the stage ended the fierce fight, with a towel on his shoulders and sitting next to him on the left and right.
The manly smell mixed with the smell of sweat was unique. Yin Zhen frowned in disgust, "Hey, you two beasts, stay away from me."
Bei Chenxiao and Mo Yuan looked at each other and rushed towards him with perfect understanding.
I heard a scream that penetrated the roof, "Ah, it's so dirty."
The two of them stood up and sipped red wine leisurely, while Yin Zhen was left smelling left and right on his body, his face as ugly as pig liver.
"You two perverts made me smell like sweat, damn."
Mo Yuan shook his wine glass and smiled proudly, "You should be lucky that you smell like two men at the same time. Some women can't ask for it in eight lifetimes."
"Fuck you, I'm not gay."
"Yeah, you're either gay, or the woman you like is not yours." Mo Yuan continued to sarcastically tease him.
Yin Zhen glared and put the wine glass in front of him, "Drink, I must drink you down today."
"Forget it, I admit defeat." Mo Yuan raised his hands in surrender, and then looked at Bei Chenxiao, who had been silent. He was drinking alone, and seemed to be thinking about something in his eyes, "Chen, let's talk about business."
Yin Zhen also became serious, took out a card from his pocket and put it on the glass coffee table, "This is all my savings, and the money I cheated from the old man. Brother, I will be honest."
Mo Yuan gave him a thumbs up and said seriously: "My money is also ready, you can use it at any time."
"Yes." Beichen Xiao raised his glass, "I wish you success."
"cheers"
"cheers"
The three wine glasses collided lightly, and the wine splashed out like flying flowers.
After the fight, they went to the bar to drink and didn't disperse until very late.
Bei Chenxiao was sitting in the car, closing his eyes and concentrating, when his phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, it was an email reminder.
He opened the email, and a sleeping pink piggy flew out on the screen, with drool hanging from its mouth and big snot bubbles hanging from its nose. It looked super cute.
There is a message below the little pig: Anyone who sees this little pig now, remember to go to sleep!
It was sent by Wen Tong through a scheduled email. She knew that he must stay up late again, so she sent an email to remind him.
With a smile on his face, Beichenxiao stared at the phone screen tenderly, reluctant to take his eyes away from the little pig.
His woman is caring about him!
Soon, soon he will be able to achieve his goal of more than ten years. He will give her an identity that all women will envy, and he will make her happy like this forever.
When Wen Tong woke up in the morning, there was a new email alert on her phone. She casually smoothed her messy hair, sat cross-legged on the bed and opened the email hurriedly.
What Beichenxiao replied to her was a beautiful pig wearing three-point attire, with a line below it saying, "If you can wear less clothes, I can go to bed earlier."
Wen Tong pinched the phone hard, thinking it was Bei Chenxiao's neck.
Damn guy, his head is full of pornographic thoughts!!
She put her phone away and went to the bathroom to wash up, with a faint smile always on her face.
Lin Dong had already made breakfast and was standing in the kitchen calling her to eat.
"Here we come." Wen Tong put on the last piece of clothing and hurried out.
The breakfast is very rich, including mille-feuille pancakes, porridge, side dishes, and eggs. Lin Dong's craftsmanship is quite good.
"Where's that friend of yours?" Lin Dong put a bowl of cold porridge in front of her and asked about Cang Yue.
Cang Yue left to go to Wen's mother last night because his first priority was to protect Ding Ding. Ding Ding had been picked up and dropped off by Wen's father recently, and she was too busy with work.
"I'm back." Wen Tong answered perfunctorily, peeling off the eggs and stuffing them into her mouth. When Lin Dong asked again, she pointed at her stuffed mouth, meaning it was inconvenient to speak.
Lin Dong shook his head, "That friend of yours is so strange, he doesn't feel like he's from this planet."
Wen Tong almost spit out the egg. It's not from this planet. Could it be that it's an alien?
However, some of Cang Yue's behaviors are indeed weird. In the eyes of others, he is not a normal person, but she thinks Cang Yue is cute and does not look like a cold-blooded killer at all.
He still wears the obsidian bracelet she gave him.
"I'm full, brother, do you want to come with me?"
"I'm going to the studio in the morning, so I won't go back to the company with you."
Wen Tong hummed and lowered her head to put on her shoes. She seemed to have thought of something. She looked at Lin Dong who was clearing the table with a complicated look, "Brother, have you seen Anan recently?"
When Lin Dong heard this, he stiffened and replied in a squeaky voice, "No, no."
Wen Tong then smiled with relief, "Then I'm leaving, 88."
"88"
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Lin Dong's face suddenly darkened, he sighed and put the bowl into the sink.
As soon as Wen Tong went downstairs, she saw a car parked downstairs, a swaggering black luxury car, and a top-notch handsome man who was even more swaggering than the car.
He was wearing a black slim-fitting suit and was half leaning against the car door. Under his neat short hair, there were dots of sunlight in his narrow eyes, varying in depth.
"Why are you here?" Wen Tong was obviously surprised.
"Is there a problem with the woman who came to pick me up from work?" He looked matter-of-factly, raised his eyebrows, leaned over and opened the car door, making a gesture of invitation like a gentleman, "Ms. Wen, please get in the car."
Wen Tong laughed, but she still found his occasional courtesy very useful. She raised her head and stepped in like a queen.
Beichenxiao closed the car door, walked around the front of the car and sat back in the driver's seat.
Wen Tong was about to reach out to pull the seat belt. He leaned forward one step ahead of her, pressing his strong body against her like a mountain. He fastened the seat belt for her skillfully, not forgetting to touch her newly washed face.
I stole some incense.
"You're going to be late," she urged.
"I won't deduct your bonus." He kissed her lips again unsatisfied, and after tossing and turning for a while, he let her go. After tasting the sweetness, he started the car.
"north..."
"Come to my house tonight." He suggested in a hoarse voice.
He hadn't touched her for a long time, and he was thinking terribly.
"No, I promise to pick up Ding Ding from school."
Beichen Xiao was not happy, why did that boy have to ride on him every time?
"Take him with you."
What a great, perfect solution.
"No." She still refused.
"Wen Tong, believe it or not, I kidnapped you." He was angry.
He must eat her today, and he won't stop until he eats her.
Just when Wen Tong said it was impossible, his phone rang.
Bei Chenxiao put on his headphones and said, "Hello."
What was being reported to him over there, and his expression immediately changed.