"Are you referring to Su Wanqing?" Mechelle tied up her clothes, smoothed her messy hair, and looked at the man.
Huang Leng sneered: "You don't deserve to call her by her name."
Deep hatred flashed through Mechelle's green eyes, and even her voice became sharp: "Why do all the men talk to Su Wanqing? What is so good about her!"
Huang glanced at her coldly, his black eyes like paint hiding the turbulent danger.
"You'd better watch your words before you offend me."
This man's coldness came from his bones. Mechelle felt chills all over her body, and most of her anger was eliminated by fear.
"Who are you?"
"Someone who can help you."
"Help with what?"
"Help you get Luo Xichen."
"Why should I trust you?" Mechelle looked wary.
Huang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Just because I am Su Wanqing's fiancé."
"Fiancé?" Mechelle frowned in confusion, "Why have I never heard of Su Wanqing having a fiancé?"
"Can't you?" Huang's voice was like ice slag, and he seemed unhappy.
Mechelle felt as if she had been stung by a scorpion and did not dare to say even a word "no".
"Okay, okay, of course." She responded hurriedly.
"My name is Hoshino Huang, and I want to take Shaori back to Japan."
"Shazhi?" Mechelle was confused, but as smart as she was, she quickly realized, "It's Su Wanqing's Japanese name, right?"
Huang nodded and said: "Miss Mechelle, let's cooperate."
"How to cooperate?" She was afraid of the ice-scumbag man in front of her.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed across his obsidian eyes, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he said slowly: "I want you to die."
"What did you say?!" Mechelle was shocked, her voice rising a few pitches.
**.**.**.**.
Luo Xichen was driving a Bugatti Veyron in the night filled with lights. When he passed by the cake shop, he suddenly remembered what Wan Qing said a few days ago.
"When I was little, I loved eating cakes. Life was not very good at that time and I could only celebrate my birthday once a year, so I always looked forward to it."
He knew that today was not her birthday, but he wanted to see her eating happily.
Thinking of this, Luo Xichen parked the car in front of the cake shop, bought a dozen mousse cakes of different flavors, put them in the car, and headed towards the beach house.
When she got home, Su Wanqing was waiting for her at home. She was leaning on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control and lazily changing channels, seemingly absentmindedly.
The moment she saw Luo Xichen come in, Su Wanqing suddenly became energetic, stood up happily, stepped on Sweet Cheese Cat's cotton mops, ran to him, stretched out her arms, and gave him
gave him a big hug.
"Honey, welcome home."
"fool."
The ice blue eyes reflected a thousand kinds of glazed light. Luo Xichen lowered his head, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and pressed a kiss between her eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, something happened at the company, I came back late."
"It's okay, I'll wait for you."
Very simple words, but they made his heart warm. There is a person who is waiting for him to go home every day. This feeling is difficult for him to express in words. "Do you mean Su Wanqing?" Mechelle tied up her clothes and smoothed them.
His hair was messy and he looked at this man.
Huang Leng sneered: "You don't deserve to call her by her name."
Deep hatred flashed through Mechelle's green eyes, and even her voice became sharp: "Why do all the men talk to Su Wanqing? What is so good about her!"
Huang glanced at her coldly, his black eyes like paint hiding the turbulent danger.
"You'd better watch your words before you offend me."
This man's coldness came from his bones. Mechelle felt chills all over her body, and most of her anger was eliminated by fear.
"Who are you?"
"Someone who can help you."
"Help with what?"
"Help you get Luo Xichen."
"Why should I trust you?" Mechelle looked wary.
Huang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Just because I am Su Wanqing's fiancé."
"Fiancé?" Mechelle frowned in confusion, "Why have I never heard of Su Wanqing having a fiancé?"
"Can't you?" Huang's voice was like ice slag, and he seemed unhappy.
Mechelle felt as if she had been stung by a scorpion and did not dare to say even a word "no".
"Okay, okay, of course." She responded hurriedly.
"My name is Hoshino Huang, and I want to take Shaori back to Japan."
"Shazhi?" Mechelle was confused, but as smart as she was, she quickly realized, "It's Su Wanqing's Japanese name, right?"
Huang nodded and said: "Miss Mechelle, let's cooperate."
"How to cooperate?" She was afraid of the ice-scumbag man in front of her.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed across his obsidian eyes, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he said slowly: "I want you to die."
"What did you say?!" Mechelle was shocked, her voice rising a few pitches.
**.**.**.**.
Luo Xichen was driving a Bugatti Veyron in the night filled with lights. When he passed by the cake shop, he suddenly remembered what Wan Qing said a few days ago.
"When I was little, I loved eating cakes. Life was not very good at that time and I could only celebrate my birthday once a year, so I always looked forward to it."
He knew that today was not her birthday, but he wanted to see her eating happily.
Thinking of this, Luo Xichen parked the car in front of the cake shop, bought a dozen mousse cakes of different flavors, put them in the car, and headed towards the beach house.
When she got home, Su Wanqing was waiting for her at home. She was leaning on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control and lazily changing channels, seemingly absentmindedly.
The moment she saw Luo Xichen come in, Su Wanqing suddenly became energetic, stood up happily, stepped on Sweet Cheese Cat's cotton mops, ran to him, stretched out her arms, and gave him
gave him a big hug.
"Honey, welcome home."
"fool."
The ice blue eyes reflected a thousand kinds of glazed light. Luo Xichen lowered his head, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and pressed a kiss between her eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, something happened at the company, I came back late."
"It's okay, I'll wait for you."
Very simple words, but they made his heart warm. There was a person who was waiting for him to go home every day. This feeling was difficult for him to express in words.