Becoming Audacious After Marriage: Madam, Please Keep a Low Profile

Chapter 486: Real estate at a fair price, Li Beichen's real estate

Yuxuan originally thought that Li Beichen was staying at a hotel, but he did not expect that at this moment, he would stand in Hongding·Mingshu.

Real estate of Li Beichen.

The man arrogantly turned his gleaming watch, and stepped down his long, straight legs.

Hold up the **** umbrella.

Sen coldly threw down the car door and walked directly into the magnificent villa without looking at her.

Yuxuan frowned slightly.

What does he mean?

Angry?

This uncertain, dangerous man!

I got out of the car in a daze and covered the suit on his head to block the rain. Assistant Shao was about to start Bentley to leave.

Yuxuan hurriedly grabbed the window glass and leaned in, "You just threw me and your president here?"

Shao Qin was a little startled when he heard this.

How do you listen to her, as if lonely men and widows live together in the same room, and it will be ruinous to spread it out?

"Madam, don't worry too much, the president is your husband." He laughed, especially sincerely.

Yuxuan: "..."

It was because he was her husband that Yu Xuan felt panic.

This auction of wedding rings is no small matter.

Later, she will be miserable.

The brain hurts broadly.

Secretly gritted her teeth and wanted to say that she would not stay here anymore and send her back to her place.

She drove her own small method and went back to the hotel where she was staying.

Before Yuxuan could speak, Shao Qin had already started Bentley, "Madam, be careful of your hands."

Yuxuan blankly retracted his slender fingers on the car window.

Bentley was in gear and soon disappeared.

So she was really stayed.

It was still raining, so she could only trot to the villa.

The breeze was blowing across the skin, cool.

She was so embarrassed that she couldn't take a taxi back.

Pressed the doorbell.

Nothing happened.

Yuxuan opened the sliding door, but still did not move.

Bring her back to settle the accounts, and shut her out again, what do you want to do?

corporal punishment?

Yu Xuan squatted her mouth, and shook her stubbornly for several times, only to feel that the doorbell was about to be pricked by her.

Still nothing happened.

Her temper is not bad, although she has never been a good person.

But in front of Li Beichen, she would always make troubles unreasonably.

Obviously there is no presumptuous capital, but it is like twenty-five thousand.

When she was still fighting the doorbell, the door opened.

The man's low magnetic voice was condescending, with a squiggly aura, "Come in."

Yuxuan raised his chin slightly, and saw the cold and resolute profile.

The slightly constrained sharp eyes, slightly impatience, hidden secret emotions.

Li Beichen was standing at the door wrapped in a white bath towel.

A drop of water fell from his bristly hair.

The strong abdominal muscles on the chest have a sense of strength and distinct texture.

It's really an excellent bladder.

Somewhat annoying and a little embarrassing.

Yuxuan looked down, walked in startledly, and pretended to beat his ‘sorrowful’ leg.

Li Beichen twisted his eyebrows, closed the door, and turned to enter the house.

"The bathroom is on the right hand side of the second floor, and the change of clothes is inside."

"Oh." Yuxuan shivered in the cold, and went upstairs without saying anything.

Although Hongding Mingshu is not as heroic as the capital of Huadu, it is not much inferior.

What catches the eye are the cool colors of black, white and gray.

At first glance, it is the place where a successful man lives.

And this man is very likely to be cold.

Frosty?

forget it.

After taking a warm bath, Yuxuan changed into the clothes prepared in the bathroom.

Pink bubble skirt?

What the hell?

It turns out that Li Beichen has this habit?

Doesn't it fit her character?

Bite the scalp and put it on, the whole person is charming.

The corner of Yuxuan's mouth twitched.

How unpleasant to look at it.

When he went downstairs, the man put on a black bathrobe and stood tall and straight in front of the French windows.

His long, well-knotted fingers were holding a cup of black coffee.

The heroic spirit that cannot be ignored is pressing.