"Let people investigate Black Rose's movements, and by the way, protect her. I don't want Xing'er to be sad. Also, is there any news about Xiao Shike?" Based on his guess, Black Rose couldn't persuade the two of them, so he must have returned to France.
, want to convince the old man?
I'm afraid she will only be in danger.
"I understand that Xiao Shike is still in Japan. I heard that he has hooked up with a Japanese aristocratic woman, so he will probably take advantage of the situation."
Meng Beichen pondered for a moment. Han Yixing stabbed him. He would definitely take revenge. He should have made arrangements early so that he would never come back to China.
"Go back and rest. If Black Rose has anything to say, tell me." After the cigarette burned out, he threw it into the ashtray and frowned deeply.[
As soon as Fei Xiluo walked out of the study room, he met Han Yixing, who was hurriedly walking towards him. "Young mistress," he said hello, and Han Yixing just waved to him hastily.
He frowned slightly, what happened to the young mistress again?
He knew everything about Meng Beichen, so when the young master really fell in love with this girl, he would do his best to protect her.
When Han Yixing opened the door to the study, the smoke inside had not dissipated, and it was a bit choking. She couldn't help but cough twice.
Meng Beichen looked up and stood up immediately, "Why are you here? It's too choked here. Go back to the room."
"But aren't you still busy?"
"But my wife has something to do with me now." He disagreed. What he just reviewed was a document that will be used tomorrow, but he can also approve it tomorrow.
"That's true," Han Yixing smiled, but immediately frowned. Meng Beichen pulled her into the room, sat her down on the sofa, and then asked, "What's wrong?"
"Meng Beichen"
"Han Yixing, can you please stop calling me by my first and last name every time?" Someone complained, how could any wife call her husband that way all day long?
"Oh, don't worry about this now, I'm really in a hurry." Han Yixing frowned and couldn't help shaking his arm.
He chuckled, "Okay, you tell me."
"My mother, my mother, what does she do? Is she a killer?" She asked him dryly. She and her mother talked about everything these days, but she always avoided it, and she also