"Actually, it doesn't matter if Bo Xiao falls. I can go back and be a filial son. But you must not know that I hate smart women. You and Bo Xiao signed a ten-year death contract. How old will you be in ten years?
Thirty-six? Thirty-seven? If I just hide you, I wonder if there will be any company willing to sign you in ten years when you are an old man?"
Yang Yunguang's face, which was charming and bright just now, turned as white as snow in an instant.
"Being a prostitute, have all your savings been used to compensate advertisers for their claims? In the past few years, you have been spending more and more lavishly. I really don't know if you can make a living without this job.
Get up for you."
The more he talked, the paler her face turned. In just a few seconds, she looked as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
After he finished speaking, he was about to leave. She finally shouted out behind him: "It's not me...it's the information Jiang Xiaoou gave me..."
Xi Xiangdong walked out of the venue and called Jiang Xiaoou's number, but no one answered.
He knew that she had also come to Hong Kong, so he went to the hotel where she was staying. He only saw her assistant in the room, a young girl. He calmed her down with a few words and told her everything honestly:
"Little Ou secretly went to see her boyfriend..."
Boyfriend...
Did she come to see Wan Lai too?
*
Pei Xiao and Xi Wanlai "sleeped in the same bed" all night. When he woke up in the morning, half of his shoulders were numb. When he saw her, he just said with a smile: "Good morning."
Pei Xiao blinked his sour eyes and replied: "Good morning."
Xi Wanlai leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. She subconsciously shrank into the thin blanket. His lips only fell on her heart, but he kissed her carelessly and asked her: "What do you want to eat in the morning?"
What to order?”
Pei Xiao hid half of his face under the blanket, blinking at him: "Whatever...I don't know."
Xi Wanlai smiled: "You just need to say Chinese or Western style, and I will let them do the rest."
"Chinese style..."
Just as he was about to say something, he saw Uncle Huang standing at the door from the corner of his eye. Pei smiled and blushed, turned over and got into the thin blanket again.
Xi Wanlai looked at ease, lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed, bent down and leaned behind her ear and said, "I'll ask someone to get ready first. Come down after you wash up."
Pei Xiao nodded under the blanket before he left.
Uncle Huang's old face was almost red. It was so ambiguous that he didn't dare to look up at all.
After going downstairs, Xi Wan came and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Miss Jiang is here."
"Little Ou?" Xi Wanlai was startled, "How does she know this place?"
Uncle Huang hurriedly explained: "I didn't say that."
"Where is she now?"
"In the flower room."
Xi Wanlai was silent for a moment: "Breakfast will be ready later and will be sent directly to the second floor. Watch out for Miss Pei and don't let her come down."
Uncle Huang nodded in agreement.
The glass flower house was as warm as spring. Jiang Xiaoou was sitting among the handful of snow-white irises. When she heard the footsteps, she turned around and saw Xi Wan coming. A smile finally broke out on the pale face that had been waiting all night: "You are indeed here.
."
The servant came and served coffee. Xi Wanlai sat down and took a sip: "I almost forgot that Uncle Jiang started from scratch in Hong Kong and Macao. When he got here, he was on your territory. What else?
How can I hide it from your eyes?"
"Wan Lai, don't say that." Jiang Xiaoou's face became paler and paler, "You protected her for a while, do you want to hide here with her for the rest of your life?"
Xi Wanlai was unmoved: "This is none of your business."