Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

"Fly away? Where did you fly to?" Xu Yiming's heart skipped a beat.

The manager clearly sensed that the surrounding atmosphere was not right, and he hesitated with some uncertainty in his tone: "Well... usually there will be registration, but this private jet..."

He really didn't know about the private itinerary.

It's just that Young Master Huo suddenly wants to check the itinerary of An's International's private jet?

As far as he knows, this private jet of An's International is specially prepared for Miss An's family. Could it be that Young Master Huo and Miss An's family have something?
The manager was full of doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare to say a word.

……

"I checked. Angel's private plane left for half an hour, and there was indeed some blood left by Lu Jiaqi on the tarmac."

After Xu Yiming checked all the details, he suddenly understood why Lu Jiaqi ordered the blood to be checked.

This is to tell them which plane they took, and who might have done it!
"Young master?"

Before he could continue talking, First Young Master Huo had already rushed out.

Xu Yiming didn't have time to catch his breath, and hurriedly followed, "Master, Miss Angel will definitely not admit it."

He is familiar with Huo Beicheng's behavior and style, so after guessing, he can roughly guess Huo Dashao's thoughts.

"Whether she admits it or not is her business. If she doesn't say it, I will find a way to make her say it."

Huo Beicheng's momentum was awe-inspiring, the anger in his heart welled up in his eyes, and his tone was chilling.

……

When An Qier was having lunch, Huo Beicheng came to her door.

The woman's exquisite little face was painted with the most appropriate makeup, her long golden hair was curled and scattered behind her head, and the aqua blue dress she was wearing and her blue eyes reflected each other, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

"Cheng? Why did you come to me at this time? If you want to have lunch with me, you should tell me in advance, so that I can prepare well."

The corners of Angel's lips curled up, her brows and eyes crooked when she smiled, and her tone was relaxed and natural as if she didn't know anything.

"Where is she?"

Huo Beicheng stepped forward a few steps, and slammed his fist hard on the table.

A few drops of jam vibrated and overflowed, directly staining Angel's lace dress.

She frowned, picked up a tissue and gently wiped the stain on the skirt, with a slight look of surprise on her face, "Cheng, who are you talking about? Why can't I understand what you're talking about?"

Huo Beicheng's eyes were filled with anger, "I don't have time to play with you, where is she?"

Angel threw the tissue in her hand onto the table, raised her eyes with a slight smile, and looked up at First Young Master Huo slightly.

"Cheng, I really didn't understand what you were talking about? Even if you want to ask where others are, you have to tell me who you are asking first, right?" Angel's eyes flickered with tears, and her tone was a little tainted. Disappointed, "I saw that you were still very happy, and I thought you were coming to eat with me."

Huo Beicheng's breath was getting colder and colder, and the anger in his heart had permeated his whole body, and the veins almost burst out from his fists hitting the table, showing his anger and patience at this moment.

Xu Yiming's complexion changed, and when he arrived, he saw the explosive atmosphere between the two.

He had no doubts at all, would Young Master Huo be a gentleman and not do anything to women?

Because, he believed that as long as it was about Jiang Muyu, anyone, young or old, would dare to beat him up!