novelraw Chapter 800: Extraordinary: Gentle Limited Edition (37)
Chapter 800: Extraordinary: Gentle Limited Edition (37)
She did not speak, rippling through the deep dimples presumptuously, smiling at the man in front of her.
Then Baifang bit her lower lip lightly.
Three points unruly, seven points wild.
Li Beichen constricted his eyes, plucking them out inexplicably, as if they had settled the tone of the dark night.
He knew that this woman was getting worse and worse.
"What?" He asked again, his voice was a little hoarse, and the meaning was self-evident.
Yuxuan didn't say anything, but his slender fingers lowered the baffle of the front and rear seats of the Bentley.
The man curled his thin lips and grinned deeper, his stalwart figure leaned back in the Bentley leather seat, and looked at her with his sharp eyes. The broken hair on his forehead covered everything that was surging under his eyes. mood.
She pursed the corners of her lips and unbuttoned his shirt casually.
Hundreds of thousands of tailor-made suits in Italy have very small buttons, and her nails are long, and it took a long time to no avail.
I held my breath, but couldn't unfasten the button several times in a row.
Li Beichen put a little effort on his hands, leading her up to the top without denying him, "Intentionally?"
She seemed aggrieved, "No, you saw it too, but the buttons are too small."
He knew that she did it on purpose.
Embracing her slender waist, in her low exclamation, leaned over and pressed her on the seat.
In the next instant, the long, well-knotted fingers had torn off the buttons on the shirt.
But he didn't continue, with rare patience, his eyes met and looked at her playfully.
His eyes were deep, and he watched her reveal her stuff and waited for her to soften.
This man is too bad.
He clearly saw her through, but didn't let her down the steps.
"I'm thirsty," she said, changing the subject.
Li Beichen raised his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth seemed to be raised, and there seemed to be no, his voice was gentle and steady, "Want to drink milk?"
She spoke lazily, "Well, Xiang Jiao Niu milk."
"Fragrant. Jiao. Cow. Milk." He repeated it unclearly, turning the sentient beings upside down with a smile.
The night is so emotional, even him.
Li Beichen's lips curled up with that smile, got up, put his suit jacket on her, and then raised the front and rear baffles of the Bentley, and said to Shao Qin in the driver's seat, "Go buy incense. Jiao. Niu." .Milk, freshly squeezed."
Shao Qin's hands holding the steering wheel shook visibly, not understanding the meaning of this, and he said in a nonchalant manner: "Okay, Mr. Li."
Soon, Bentley stopped in the busy street in the center of the city.
Shao Qin got off the car and walked into a freshly squeezed juice store.
On the ink-colored streamlined Bentley, Li Beichen's long, well-knitted fingers were slightly tangled, and his thin lips curled up against his tired eyebrows. He said, "What should I do?"
Yuxuan knows what it means between a smile and a smile, "It is a blessing for President Li to have such a real assistant."
He smiled and got out of the car holding Yuxuan. Put her in the co-pilot, put her head down and fasten her seat belt, and then detour in front of the driver's seat.
The engine whispered, moving Bentley.
There was a little squiggly streamer in her eyes, she quietly looked at the man beside her, the luster of the dark night fell on him, faint, as if a layer of ink smeared.
She said, "I just lost Shao Qin? I was so embarrassed that I followed a president like you."
Li Beichen didn't speak, just smiled, quiet and silent neon sparsely projected down, shining with brilliant light.
He parked the car in a place where there was no one, lowered the window, and put his arms on it proudly.
Yuxuan turned his head and leaned against the window, feeling the coolness of the night. The long, slightly curly hair fluttered freely in the howling wind, and a few strands of hair clung to his cheeks.
Bentley put out the fire, he leaned over, it was night, all kinds of charming.