Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

Back at the hotel, Siller helped her open a suite next to his room. After all the formalities were completed, he turned around and threw a card in front of her: "Don’t lose it. Go back to the hotel before six o’clock every night, otherwise I immediately freeze this card."

It was the uncle who paid the money, besides, Leng Yiyao was too lazy to fight with him, nodded, her face was so obedient that she would never leave.

Seeing her like this, Siller felt that he was really sick. He didn't enjoy the nightlife for a good night, and he gave the little girl next door door every day, making him look like a menopausal uncle who had nothing to do. But obviously he is not yet thirty years old.

"Take a rest early." Anxiously leaving these words, he went back to the presidential suite by himself, feeling in his heart that he really had to take a good vacation when he returned to City D.

Leng Yiyao stared at him and stayed silent for two seconds, then took the room card and credit card back to the room, took off her shoes, and threw herself on the soft and white bed, but her eyes were staring straight on top of her head. .

She rarely stays in a daze, but at this moment, she rarely allows her thinking to travel the sky.

The moment Leng Yiyao woke up in her body, she inherited many things, such as the cold reception of the second lady of Leng's family, such as her indifferent father and brother, and her unique memory...

She closed her eyes with a sigh, there are still three days left in the capital anyway, in no hurry.

Suddenly, the landline on the bedside rang loudly.

She opened her eyes in an instant, and a sharp color flashed by. The next moment, she turned sideways and quietly glanced at the plane.

"Ring Ling Ling--"

"Ring Ling Ling--"

The ringing tone over and over again, stubbornly obsessed, seemed to ring until she was willing to answer the phone.

She glanced at the call reminder, it was a string of numbers with "0" as the content, and there was no clue.

At the beginning of Hua Deng, she glanced out the window. At this time, it was nightfall, with neon lights everywhere, and her eyes full of prosperity, but the phone seemed to never stop.

Gently curling the corners of her lips, she finally lifted the microphone.

The people over there seemed to laugh, and the sound was like the crash of water drops on the black marble.

"Finally willing to answer the phone?" Deep, dumb, the last word fell, with a slight smell.

She closed her eyes, but couldn't help but outline the side face of this man that made God crazy.

"When did the marshal be so free, you had time to call me." She smiled, her eyes still cold, but her eyebrows were curled up. If there was a second person next to her, she was afraid that she would be caught immediately. The beauty of this moment was shocked.

"I heard that you have arrived in the capital. As the host, I always have time to make a phone call." Hemo raised his eyes slightly, leaning on the leather chair behind him, a uniform straight and stiff, even the top of the collar. The buttons are all buttoned tightly, but the more they look like this, the more people can't look away, and they can't wait to peel off the army-green clothes and study the inside.

"I heard? Is it to listen to the royal family, or to listen to Frey's report?" She lifted the broken hair from her ear, her eyes swayed, and her voice became quieter.

Even if Frey didn't move the text message he sent, he would report to him if he wanted to.

As the "owner", she didn't care about her "life and death" in the slightest, but waited for her "nine deaths and a lifetime" to settle before calling her condolences....

Leng Yiyao pursed her lips and smiled, this marshal's heart is really cold...