Mengbao came to the door: Dad is uglier than you

The shy smile on Hawthorne's face froze.

She knew that Xing Chenyou's call was definitely not a good thing, look, this is Xingshi's questioning!

"I was on the set that day. I came out from the set to get my ID card. When I was packing my things, I forgot to take my ID card. Lu Linkun saw it on the dressing table, so he helped me put it away."

Hawthorne was depressed, and his voice sounded dull, "So he knows that the news we have obtained is false."

Hearing Huo Sang's tone, Xing Chenyou raised his eyebrows, and most of the anger in his heart before boarding the plane was extinguished.

He tapped his fingers on his knees, "Did you go to the old house today?"

He knew it so quickly.

Hawthorne nodded, "That's right, your father and stepmother have bullied my little Xingxing, how can I not go? Even if they are elders, how can they take over the custody of Little Xingxing on their behalf? Tan is just as funny! I used your name and Li Yisen's name to fight back, as you said, I can bully others!"

Afraid that Xing Chenyou might say something about her, Huo Sang hurriedly added a sentence later.

Xing Chenyou pursed his lips, and hooked his thin lips, "Although you bully others, everyone knows that you are Xing Chenyou's wife, and no one dares to do anything to you."

"Then what if they ruin my reputation?" Hawthorne suddenly said, "Although my reputation is already very bad."

"Even if it smells bad, they only dare to say it smells good."

Hearing what he said, Hawthorne was completely relieved, and she was also very relaxed now, "I am really in the hands of a very rich man!"

"Oh, you just know?" Xing Chenyou said lightly, he seemed to be in a good mood, his stern face was rarely relaxed, and he raised his eyes to look outside.

Jiangcheng is a rich city. No matter what industry it is, the development is particularly good. The same is true for the entertainment industry. In Jiangcheng, there are several large venues of different sizes, which can be provided for stars to hold concerts, various evening parties, or stage plays. ,ballet.

Therefore, there are many celebrities traveling to and from Jiangcheng.

Xing Chenyou saw the giant advertisement on the billboard not far away at a glance, his face changed instantly, the relaxed smile on his face just now tightened up, and his fingers holding the phone tensed.

That ad was fleeting.

"parking!"

Xing Chenyou's voice was suddenly icy cold, and he ordered in a deep voice.

Hawthorne on the other end of the phone was taken aback, "Huh?"

Xing Chenyou is not in the mood to say anything to Huo Sang now, his voice is straightforward without any emotion, "Hang up."

Before Hawthorne answered him, he heard the beeping sound from the other end of the phone.

She hasn't told him yet, little Xingxing can speak!
Hawthorne always felt some discomfort flashed in his heart.

After hanging up the phone, Hawthorne blew the wind on the balcony for a while, and finally suppressed the discomfort in his heart, he turned and entered the room.

What does it matter if Xing Chenyou's mood changes or not?
Don't think about it, don't think about it.

Xing Chenyou's driver stopped the car in an emergency, a little panicked, wondering if he had made a mistake, got out of the station tremblingly and stood aside, watching Mr. Xing's secretary open the car door for him.

Xing Chenyou got out of the car with serious eyes, and looked up at the billboards that can be seen everywhere in front of him, the deep color in his eyes was like a storm.

The driver secretly glanced at Xing Chenyou, and quickly moved away.

Now Mr. Xing's whole body is filled with the aura of a dark storm, the kind of depression that can swallow people instantly when it sweeps over.

terrible.

The driver turned his head and looked in the direction Xing Chenyou was looking at. There was nothing in front of him, just some billboards.

On the billboard was a female star dancing ballet on tiptoes. He forgot what her name was. She played the role of a white swan, with a slender neck that was unparalleled in elegance, and a beautiful and noble profile.

It really is a ballet dancer, and it really has an extraordinary temperament!
The driver looked at it and couldn't help thinking, Mr. Xing might have taken a fancy to this female ballet star?

However, Boss Xing's wife is also very beautiful, as beautiful as a fairy, even more beautiful than this female star.

Xing Chenyou stared at the billboard for an unknown amount of time, then he lowered his head, took out a cigarette, squinted his eyes, "Go and check her recent travel time."

The secretary nodded. Although he didn't know why Mr. Xing asked her to investigate the world's top ballet dancer, Mr. Xing always had his own reasons.

Xing Chenyou took a puff of the cigarette, and exhaled lightly from his thin lips. The smoke was lingering in front of his eyes, his face was hidden behind the smoke, and the figure on the billboard became blurred, but that face was very clear.

No matter how much smoke there is, he can still recognize this woman at a glance.

Xing Chenyou bit the cigarette and squinted his eyes, then took it off and threw it on the ground, crushed it on the ground, turned around and got into the car.

The secretary quickly followed in the car.

Jiangcheng's meeting lasted for two hours. After the meeting, the secretary followed him to the office after he came out of the meeting room.

Jiangcheng, of course, also has the Xing's Building, and his exclusive office, which is as big as a suite apartment.

"Boss Xing, I've found Miss An's itinerary." The secretary waited for Xing Chenyou to sit down on the sofa in the office and poured him a cup of black coffee before saying.

While talking, she also gave him some itineraries, "This is Miss An's itinerary for this period of time, from one week ago to the next two weeks."

Xing Chenyou leaned back on the sofa, feeling a little tired between his brows, he did not reach out to take the itinerary handed over by the secretary.

"When will the plane back to Beijing take off?"

"Two hours later."

The secretary said, and couldn't help but wonder why Mr. Xing asked such a question, did he want to have a date with Miss An?
Xing Chenyou never took the itinerary to read.

The secretary couldn't figure out what he was thinking, she waited for a while, and then asked uncertainly, "Mr. Xing, what's the itinerary?"

Are you still watching?
Xing Chenyou glanced at the itinerary, looked away, lowered his head and sipped his coffee, "It's dealt with."

The secretary was stunned for a moment, she really didn't understand what Boss Xing meant, it was the itinerary that Boss Xing asked her to check, but now she didn't read it, and to deal with it meant shredding it directly with a shredder.

Seeing that the secretary was not moving, Xing Chenyou glanced at her.

The secretary tensed up, nodded immediately, and went out with the itinerary.

But I couldn't help but wonder what the relationship between Mr. Xing and that ballet dancer Miss An was.

As soon as the secretary left, Xing Chenyou's phone started to vibrate. He put down his coffee cup and glanced at the phone screen.

Xing Chenyou couldn't see any expression in his deep eyes. He leaned back and watched the phone vibrate for a long time before picking up the phone leisurely.