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He Yubing pressed the bluetooth and dialed the secretary's phone.
"How's your guarding going? Did those nasty little devils kill and set fire?"
Xiao Zhang: "..."
Nonsense, they run a serious entertainment company, not a criminal group!
Xiao Zhang has long been used to the sharp and poisonous tongue of the chairman, but this time it sounds... Dad seems to be in a good mood
The male secretary swallowed his saliva and reported the battle situation to his boss, "Mr. Hubert is going to the exhibition today, and Le Ling insisted on going with her, and was almost stopped by the bodyguards."
He Yubing curbed the curvature of his lips, and his smile became colder every inch.
"So she took advantage of my name to get close to me?"
Xiao Zhang managed not to drop his phone.
Does the chairman's father have clairvoyance? He just mentioned one sentence and guessed it all right
"Where is the location? I'll go there now." The man's sharp eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror, always deep and calm. Be human."
Got it, the chairman's father is ready to make an example to others.
Xiao Zhang didn't dare to say begging for mercy, Le Ling was a little girl he was quite optimistic about, and she was picked up from the bar by paying a lot of money. The company has always been tolerant of talented artists, and this may be the reason why the little girl misunderstood that as long as she is talented, she should be forgiven for everything she does.
He couldn't help but shook his head, these little guys are all living in the blessings and don't know the blessings.
If they were reincarnated ten years ago, the father in his twenties would never be as calm as he is now. He didn't even bother to sneer, and kicked the artist who had taken refuge in another mountain into the hospital. Even if he didn't die, his ribs would have to be broken, otherwise it would be difficult to appease the tyrant's anger.
All in all, the young chairman's father is comparable to Satan, and his temper can explode at the slightest.
Well, this is what Xiao Zhang heard from the old man.
Xiao Zhang has lived up to his identity as a little gossip king at all, and has heard a lot of "Legends of the Wolf King" about the chairman's father from the seniors.
What's even more frenzied is that the title of the chairman's father when he was young was not a fancy word such as "devil king" or "tyrant", but an unexpected... "little sick man".
The chairman's father is called Xiao! sick! Lord!
Milky and fierce little sick man!
I go!
My Queen Mother!
My Taishang Laojun!
Can you imagine a burly monster with fierce eyes being called the little sick man
At that time, I heard that Xiao Zhang's soul was out of his body, and he was almost killed on the spot.
The tall and majestic image of the chairman's father is crumbling in his world.
However, your father is your father. It didn't take long for Xiao Zhang to waver. During the next meeting, he witnessed the cruel scene of the chairman's father scolding his opponent until he burst into tears. The eldest father enshrines it on his desk, and burns incense every day... Ah bah, it is a daily devout prayer, hoping that the chairman's father will be "gentle" to him.
Xiao Zhang is very fortunate that he was born late and can live with all his beard and tail.
As for the little girl Leling who loves to jump around, Xiao Zhang can only say, Zhu An.
So far, he has not seen any warrior who is holding his father's golden thigh and going to hook up with other benefactors for a week.
Le Ling didn't know that she was being pitied by the male secretary. At this time, she was surrounded by Mr. Hubert, admiring the body painting in front of her, "Obviously, the painter deliberately imitated the black period when Picasso was in his prime. , the human body described by the pen is strong and deep... "
The people in the same company all showed expressions of willingness to listen.
This discovery made Le Ling's footsteps a little lighter, and he was more convinced that he was right, so his voice became louder and louder.
Little did he know that this was just a polite etiquette of upper-class gentlemen, which seemed to be fueling the flames.
In fact, they thought, go ahead and talk all you want, silly dove-girls, the more you talk the more the old gentleman gets bored, and they have ample opportunity to show their decency and good taste.
Mr. Hubert is indeed very distressed. How can he interrupt this lady's "noisy" gracefully and politely? What she said was chewed-up, unnutritious nonsense, all standard rhetoric in textbooks, which could be used for anything. Ever since Hubert's grandson went to school, he always liked to read a long passage to his grandfather, which made the old musician want to cry.
The old man endured it for a while, and from the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure, who took a few steps in surprise, and held the other's hand, "Mr. He, you are here." Take the annoying little girl back to you, God , he has never seen such a cuckoo-loving little pigeon!
He Yubing smiled slightly and communicated in smooth and natural German, "Good morning, Mr. Hubert, you look in good spirits today, did you meet your muse?"
It's rare to meet a smart person, Mr. Hubert's mood turned from cloudy to sunny, and he blinked his eyes playfully, "I'm old, and the heart of a young muse belongs to an upright and elegant gentleman. Come, let me introduce you, this It's Ms. Qu, my old friend Arthur likes to call her Miss White Queen, well, don't worry, the wretched old man always likes to take some strange names."
He Yubing's eyes slid from Mr. Hubert's face to the delicate collarbone of the woman.
The silver-gray suit was not cut very tough, but had a soft drape that left room for it. Her coat was open, and the silk shirt was like the moonlight, making her skin whiter and whiter. Today, the little witch replaced the seductive agate earrings, and only a few circles of pearl necklaces were loosely wrapped around her neck and shoulders, which was beautiful and warm.
A subtle, conservative and elegant beauty, like a holy nun with a veil.
He Yubing had to deal with a contract with the company halfway, so he was delayed for half an hour on the road.
Lin Lang came to the invited exhibition location earlier than He Yubing, and "coincidentally" met Mr. Hubert and a group of people while relaxing.
He Yubing sized her up without a trace. The moment the little witch saw him, her coral-like lips turned white in fear, and she took a step towards the gentleman next to her, covering half of her shoulders.
She is seeking protection
He Yubing smiled, and stretched out his hand to the person, "Hello, Miss Qu."
She was startled, and her eyes appeared confused, as if she didn't understand his intention.
Two people who know each other have to make the etiquette of meeting for the first time
He Yubing's aura was strong, and there was no doubt about it. Under his persuasive sharp eyes, she stretched out her hand in a daze.
He took her palm.
Cold and hard, it was her first feeling towards a man.
The man's right hand is used to sign documents and contracts, and the tiger's mouth is covered with a rough callus, which hurts slightly when rubbed. His palm was thick and wide, like a mountain, completely enveloping Lin Lang's petite and exquisite hand. She couldn't help thinking about it, and thought of Wuzhishan, the Buddha who suppressed monkeys.
Maybe the chairman's father is suitable to be a town house fetish, Lin Lang thought so.
Seemingly noticing her distraction, the man pinched her little finger gently.
Lin Lang let out a low exclamation.
And the chairman's father has already withdrawn his hands quickly, calm and composed, as if he wasn't the one who played the prank just now.
The people around didn't notice the turbulent undercurrent between the two, and all smiled and greeted the new guests.
After He Yubing dealt with them one by one, he said to Le Ling, who had been neglected for a long time, "Go back now, pack your luggage, and return to China." Then he waited to appreciate his dark history one by one.
Le Ling froze on the spot.
No matter how nervous she was, she realized that Chairman He's patience was exhausted.
Old Mr. Hubert was very surprised, "What happened?"
He Yubing understated, "She violated the contract and is going to go back and terminate the contract for compensation."
Old Mr. Hubert groaned, but didn't speak again. This little girl's talent didn't impress him like "Miss White Queen", so naturally there was no pleading.
Le Ling wanted to say something, but was dragged away by the male secretary.
Halfway through she came to her senses, struggled violently, and shouted, "Wait, Mr. Hubert, I have something to say—"
In the end, two strong bodyguards "invited" out the guests who did not respect art.
"Sorry, I made you laugh. Children are like this. They love to dream. Just let her wake up and it will be fine." He Yubing responded with a gentle smile, easily covering up the embarrassing atmosphere.
The gentlemen winked and joked with each other.
The group moved to another painting.
Compared with the previous abstract paintings, this painting is very straightforward, with redemption as the motif. Under the almost thick ink-like red clouds are a pair of entangled kingdom lovers. The luxurious clothes are engulfed by the flames of war. Decay and carnival.
The beautiful girl raised her swan neck high, her expression seemed painful and triumphant, she was proud of her will to conquer the empire. And a man with a broad bronze chest held her waist, half of his face was buried in the woman's hair, and the golden medal on his shoulder was half-lit and half-dark.
After the ultimate joy, the ashes of the ruins of the dynasty fluttered.
He Yubing just glanced casually, he is not interested in art.
When everyone was praising, He Yubing was keenly aware of a gaze coming from behind him. He turned his head to look, but the other person lowered his head in panic.
Slowly, my ears turned red.
That drop of cinnabar blood spread from the tip of the ear to the thin neck, so gorgeous.
He Yubing's eyes were deep.
After the day's art exhibition, He Yubing said a friendly farewell to Mr. Hubert. There was no one holding him back, and his contacts went very smoothly. Especially on the night before his return to China, Hubert paid a special visit to see him off, saying that he liked the copper Buddhist music bowl given by He Yubing very much, and that Huaxia's voice was very spiritual.
He Yubing didn't ask Xiao Zhang to prepare another gift, so it was someone else who gave him this suitable gift.
He kept his face and accepted Mr. Hubert's thanks.
Lin Lang came out of the bathroom and answered the call.
"The Buddhist music bowl was given by you." The man said lightly, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"
"I, I'm just doing it smoothly..." She whispered extremely, "See if I can help Uncle He."
He Yubing lowered his eyes, half of his face was hidden under the light, and he said lightly, "Then if you don't like it, you can also settle Uncle He's major life issues of marrying a wife and having children."
The young girl shook her hand and immediately cut off the call.
He Yubing slowly understood and opened the dark tie, threw it to the side of the bed, and walked into the bathroom with long legs.
The next day, he saw Lin Lang wearing sunglasses at the airport—it really didn't match her usual attire. The upbringing of the Qu family made the eldest lady develop the habit of looking directly at other people's words, and she seldom wore sunglasses. A class of things.
Obviously, she was avoiding him.
The male secretary went back with a group of little ghosts first, and the chairman's father had no choice but to book a plane ticket by himself. As for Lin Lang, she was cheated out of her itinerary by the man, and then returned to China on the same day as him in a daze, and sat next to him. position. The two of them didn't say a few words along the way, because half of Lin Lang was pretending to be asleep, and the other half had really fallen asleep.
"Boom—"
The pain of bumping into a foreign object made Lin Lang wake up, but when she looked sideways, she saw a familiar palm just propped on the window, preventing her from intimate contact with the window.
"Dishonest sleeping appearance, you must kick the quilt when you sleep." The voice of the chairman's father floated over coolly.
Lin Lang couldn't help but want to stare at him, but thinking of the sensitive, slender, and sentimental heroine she created, she restrained her urge to roll her eyes. She gave a low hum, and said embarrassedly, "I slept too hard."
The Great Demon King looked at her deeply, "In front of strange men, would you sleep soundly and defenselessly like this?"
The little witch was at a loss, "... huh?"
He Yubing pinched the bridge of his nose, "No, it's nothing." He suddenly felt that the other party might not regard him as a man, but as the mascot of the town house. Huh, mascot.
After one night, the two arrived at the domestic airport.
The airport in the early morning is shrouded in bright lights, surrounded by huge, transparent buildings, like a busy glass maze. He Yubing stared at the little girl circling in the glass maze.
She didn't wear anything to her ears this time, just a light long-sleeved dress, as clean as the light in the snow, she said with some embarrassment, "It should be this way to get off the elevator, I'm sure I won't go wrong again. "
He Yubing put one hand in his pocket, hummed, and asked, "Do you need me to carry the suitcase?"
Linlang was dragging a half-waist-high box in her hands, and she seemed to be struggling. Hearing He Yubing's question, she didn't want to refuse, "It's very light, it's okay, I'll do it myself."
He Yubing was noncommittal.
"laugh-"
The wheels of the box made a screeching sound.
She froze in place.
"What's the matter?" He Yubing asked casually.
She bit her lips tightly, her arms were tightly clamped on her chest, and her beautiful thin eyebrows were shyly curled up.
"What's the matter?" He Yubing walked to her side.
After a long time, a thin voice quivered from his throat, "I, my belt is loose."
After finishing speaking, she kept her mouth tightly shut, wishing she could bury her head in her chest.
He Yubing was stunned for a moment, his eyes turned and fell on her side, and he could vaguely see the protruding arc under the butterfly bone.
"Okay, don't act like you've been bullied by me." The man said hoarsely, "I'll protect you, go to the bathroom first."
How to protect
Lin Lang didn't want to understand, the man stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms. His arms just stuck to the straps at both ends, covering the unsightly places. His body temperature was low, but his breath caught the sparks of a prairie fire, scorching hot and penetrating to the bone, burning the skin of her neck and shoulders. She wanted to struggle, but was easily suppressed by the man, "Hurry up, my self-control is limited."
"Little witch, I'm not joking."
She met He Yubing's deep eyes, with somewhat inconspicuous emotions.
"Why did you call me... uh, little witch?" She tried her best to speak, trying to get rid of the ambiguous atmosphere at the moment, but she racked her brains and chose a more delicate topic instead.
"Beautiful, poisonous, and deadly." He took a deep look at her.
Scattered words piece together the complex emotions of a man who is attracted but restrained.
The redness at the end of her eyes deepened, and she didn't dare to ask any more.
"Patter—"
Lin Lang was awakened by a sudden sound. She put one hand on the strong arm of the chairman's father and turned her head to look over.
"... Lin Lang?"
Opposite is also a man and a woman who have just returned from abroad.
Coincidentally, one of them is her current husband.