Chapter 788

She did not speak, wantonly rippled deep dimples and smiled at the man in front of her predecessor. Then beichi bit her lower lip and left a light water stain on it.

Three uninhibited, seven wild.

Li Beichen gathered his eyes and gouged them out indefinitely, as if he had precipitated the tone of the dark night. He knows that this woman is learning worse and worse.

"For what?" He asked again. His voice was a little hoarse, and the meaning was self-evident.

Yuxuan didn't say anything. His slender fingers lowered the baffles of the front and rear seats of Bentley.

The man smiled deeper and deeper with his thin and cool lips. Weian's body relaxed and leaned back in the Bentley leather seat, slightly gathered his eyes and looked at her. The broken hair in front of his forehead covered all the emotions surging at the bottom of his eyes.

She lightly pursed the corners of her lips and casually unbuttoned his shirt. Hundreds of thousands of Italian tailored suits have tiny buttons, and her nails are long. It took her a while, but it didn't work. I held my breath, but I couldn't untie the button several times.

Li Beichen put a little effort on his hand and couldn't refuse to take her up, "intentional?"

She seemed aggrieved, "no, you can see. It's strange that the buttons are too small."

He knew she did it on purpose.

Holding her slender waist, he leaned down and pressed her on the seat in her low exclamation. The next moment, the long, bony fingers had torn off the buttons on the shirt.

The cold finger belly ran over her white slender legs and pushed the skirt up a little. But he didn't continue. He was very patient. He looked at her with four eyes.

Her eyes were deep, she looked at her and waited for her to soften.

This man, too bad.

Clearly see through her, but not under the steps.

"I'm thirsty." She changed the subject.

Li Beichen picked his eyebrows. The corners of his mouth seemed to raise a corner, but it didn't seem to have any. His voice was gentle and calm, "want to drink milk?"

She said lazily, "well, banana milk."

"Banana milk." He repeated it with a vague meaning, smiling and inverting all sentient beings.

The night is so emotional, even him.

With that smile on his lips, Li Beichen got up, put his suit coat on her, then raised the baffles of Bentley's front and rear seats, and ordered Shaoqin in the driver's seat, "buy banana milk, freshly squeezed."

Shao Qin obviously shook his hand holding the steering wheel. He didn't understand the meaning. He said, "OK, President Li."

Soon Bentley stopped on the downtown street.

Shao Qin got off the bus and walked into a fresh juice shop.

On the ink streamlined Bentley, Li Beichen's long fingers with distinct bony joints were slightly attached, covering the center of his tired eyebrows, and the thin lips were hooked with an unknown smile. He said, "what should I do?"

Yuxuan knew the meaning between smiling and not smiling, "it's General Li's blessing to have such a real assistant."

He smiled and got out of the car with Yuxuan in his arms. Put her on the front passenger's seat, bend over and fasten her seat belt, and then make a detour in front of the driver's seat.

The engine whined and drove Bentley.

Her eyes were filled with a little fine streamer. She quietly looked at the man on her side. The luster of the dark night fell on him, faint, as if a layer of ink had fainted.

She said, "Shao Qin lost a president like you."

Li Beichen didn't speak, but smiled. The quiet neon fell to the ground and was shining brightly.

He parked the car where there was no one, lowered the window and carried it proudly with his arms. His temperament was noble.

Yuxuan leaned against the window and felt the coolness of the night. The long curly hair rises wantonly along the roaring wind, and several strands of hair stick to the cheek.

Bentley put out the fire. He leaned over. It was night and thousands of beautiful scenery.