Yi Qian became calmer and calmer. She didn't take action or speak. She just stretched out her hand and knocked on the coffee table at hand, making a very high-quality sound.
The sound was sweet, crisp, and extremely perfect, yet it carried a strong sense of power that made people shudder!
The little beauty's excitement could no longer go on, and she slowly moved away from Yi Qian's body with a pale complexion, lowering her head, not daring to take a look at Yi Qian.
Because, at this moment, the air in the entire room has become thinner.
It makes it difficult to breathe and make walking difficult.[
Yi Qian stood up calmly, arranged her clothes, slowly pressed the button on the side, and said, "Come in."
Immediately, the door of the presidential suite was pushed open, and the manager of the "Palace" immediately walked in respectfully. When he saw the little beauty standing there, his face turned pale, "Young Master Yi..."
Yi Qian raised his hand slightly to stop the manager's voice, and walked out of the suite. The subordinates all in black standing outside the door immediately followed him and left.
However, under the support of everyone, he became even more eye-catching.
He stepped into the conference room next to him, and his subordinates in black stood beside him.
Never said a word.
The manager glared at the naked beauty in a daze angrily, and cursed in a low voice: "You are so fucking desperate!"
Then he pulled off the sheets, threw them to the little beauty, pulled her up, and followed Yi Qian into the conference room.
Yi Qian was sitting there, surrounded by several men in black, who were very imposing and oppressive. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a matchbox in his hand. From time to time, he took out one and crossed it.
Burn, extinguish.
Repeat this.
He is still the same stunning and dazzling young man, but his aura has changed drastically. There is already a cold and stern brilliance flowing on his unstained appearance.
There was a flash of fire at the fingertips and a sizzling sound, which was particularly scary!
This made the "Imperial Palace" manager's legs become weak, and he almost knelt on the ground. His voice was trembling: "Master Yi."
Yi Qian didn't say a word, but there was a vague coldness between her brows, which made people tremble.
However, the whole face has a kind of unrestrained and free-spirited appearance. The light-colored lips are curved at the right angle, and a hint of smile is scattered, but it gives people a sense of drifting and free and easy.
Seeing such a smile, the manager of the "Imperial Palace" couldn't help but raise his hand and wiped his sweat. Such a smile was beautiful, clean, pure and spotless, just like the white snow on the snow-capped mountains that has not melted for thousands of years. However,
I don't know why, but it makes people scared.
No wonder people call Yi Qian a trembling noble son.
Powerful, aloof, cool and domineering.
The man on Mo is like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.[
Like a king, like a myth, overwhelming the country and the city.
The little beauty next to the manager was already aware of the danger and stood quietly shaking, fear in her eyes constantly overflowing.
"Master Yi, I promise there won't be a next time. I didn't keep an eye on you this time..."
Before the manager of the "Imperial Palace" finished speaking, Yi Qian raised his eyes with cold eyes, but because of his action, the room became silent for an instant, and even the sound of breathing was not heard.
Yi Qian's tall and straight figure made her feel more oppressive.
The manager of the "Palace" had big beads of sweat falling from his forehead.
