"Okay, I'm going back right away," Han Yixing said vaguely while biting a lollipop. With Xuanxuan's assurance, she seemed to relax a little. She was so anxious just now, why did she forget about the sisters she knew?
They are not ordinary people.
There was the rumble of the plane overhead. She looked up and asked uncertainly: "Um, did Qiqi send someone to pick me up?"
"Uh, no, we just found out the news today, so we haven't had time yet."
Han Yixing listened to Lan Xuanxuan's words in his ears, but he was a little confused as he watched two men in black and sunglasses walking towards her, kidnapping? The two men behind her should be the ones they want to leave, right?
Unfortunately, her idea was not confirmed. The two men in black walked directly to her, bowed down respectfully, and said: "Miss Han, our chairman wants to see you." [
"Mr. Meng, isn't that your private jet?" The woman's surprised voice came from behind. Before Han Yixing could turn around, someone had already raised his arms.
"Hey, what are you doing? Kidnapping? I don't know your chairman, help! Qiqi" Han Yixing could only scream helplessly before being escorted onto the plane.
Until the plane took off in front of me, a lollipop fell on the beach, indicating that a girl had just been taken away by force here.
Meng Beichen pushed away the woman who had been leaning on him with a bad expression, frowned and looked at the sea, thinking back to the scene just now.
What is the old man trying to do? That woman just said she was going to get married. Could she be marrying him?
Of course he recognizes their private jet. The unique flying eagle logo may even be known to some foreigners. It is a logo that belongs exclusively to the Meng family.
His blue eyes instantly changed to a darker color, with a hint of danger, and his good impression of the woman disappeared in an instant.
Want him to get married? No matter how hard you try, no one can control his life. He has always believed in this.
The phone rang unexpectedly, and the evil smile on his lips turned into a disdainful sneer.
The foreign woman had already picked up her clothes and put them on. When she heard her cell phone ringing, she picked it up and handed it to him. She acted politely at this time, as if she was his assistant.
"Hey," he responded lightly, no longer as numb as the sea breeze, but like the coming storm in the dark night.