Chapter 722

Mingke's heart is in a mess. It's really in a mess.

She really didn't mean it. She didn't want to hurt song Fu. Did she want to jump down in order to avoid herself?

But such a big person, how can she jump from such a high place? How can she have such good skills to make herself safe?

Song Fu, what's on her mind? Why did she run away in such a fierce way?

My heart is in a mess. I don't even want to say more.

Yi Tang looked at her pale face and didn't know what to say to comfort her. Although she was taken back to the police station, it didn't matter much.

Even if the second floor is high, song Fu rolls down instead of falling down directly. Even if she is injured, the injury will not be too serious. It is not difficult to wake her up.

But when he looked back at the window of the shopping mall, he didn't think it was tight.

Why does song Fu suddenly appear in this place? Miss coco, is it all coincidental or premeditated?

……

Beiming night comes out of the bathroom and plans to take up the mobile phone on the bed.

But there was a servant knocking on the door: "young master, please go down."

"Good." He answered faintly, went over, picked up his mobile phone and threw it in his trouser pocket.

As soon as he went out, he saw Beiming Liancheng coming out of the next room. His hair was still wet. He hooked his lips and said with a smile, "don't you just change your clothes? Do you need a bath? "

"I was splashed with wine by the servant just now." Beiming Liancheng scraped the tangled bangs in front of his forehead and walked downstairs with him.

The banquet hasn't started yet. They are still in the hall of the main house. The place where the banquet is held is the living room in the backyard, which is specially used for holding banquets. The living room can accommodate at least 2000 people, but it's still a little far away from the main house.

The old man let them down so early, shouldn't he lecture them?

However, according to the old man's temperament, it's strange not to teach him anything.

It doesn't matter whether you like to listen or not. Those who like to listen will listen to you, while those who don't will go in and out of your left ear.

Beiming night is also expressionless. Looking at the watch, it's almost eight o'clock, and the banquet is about to start. At this time, the old man is still here, and he doesn't go to the living room to meet the guests, and he doesn't know what it is for.

However, when they came down from the second floor, they saw the girl sitting next to the old man, but their eyes flashed at the same time, but their surprise just flashed away.

Beiming night leads the way.

Long Shanshan saw them with sharp eyes, and seemed to be startled by their appearance. So she stood up quickly and leaned towards the northern night, where she came. She saw that there was a kind of reverence of servants to the master: "Mr. northern night."

"Do you know each other?" Beimingxiong took long Shanshan's hand and said, "what's the matter? Why are you so formal? Shanshan, come here and sit beside my grandfather. He has a lot to say to you. "

But long Shanshan looked at Beiming night timidly, as if waiting for his instructions.

Beiming night's eyes twinkled slightly. Without looking at her, she turned and walked to the sofa opposite them to sit down.

Beiming Liancheng leisurely walked up to him and sat down. He took the tea from his servant, crossed his legs and tasted it slowly.

"Shanshan, let me introduce you." At the insistence of beimingxiong, long Shanshan sat down beside him, but he was still a little timid, which made beimingxiong look very distressed.

She and beimingye are from Dongling. Maybe they used to know Dongling, the richest man, but now they are so upset.

"On Shanshan's birthday, didn't you go too?" He looked at Beiming night. When he looked back at long Shanshan, his sharp eyes suddenly became soft: "don't be afraid of him. He is a member of the Beiming family like you. He is still your uncle."

Long Shanshan looked at the northern night, still a little timid, gently called: "dry uncle."

Beiming night just hummed. He didn't even look at her. He just looked at Beiming Xiong: "the old man asked us to come down, just to introduce Miss long to us? Now that I've met you, can I go? "

"What attitude?" Beimingxiong doesn't like this kid's arrogant tone. Even when he's around him, he's so arrogant. He's just arrogant!

"Is your party about to begin?" Beiming night looked at the watch, looking a little anxious.

Beimingxiong knows that of course he is not in a hurry to have a birthday party for him early. He wants to finish it early so that he can go back and hold the woman, right?

I don't know what's good about that woman. His Shanshan is still here. He doesn't spend much time to make her happy, thinking about what that woman does?

What good can a woman of no good bring to him?

Beiming night has been out for several years, but it's getting worse and worse. He doesn't know what kind of people can help him.I don't know whether his change is good or bad for me.

Ignoring his indifference, Beiming Xiong looks at Beiming Liancheng. When he looks at Beiming Liancheng, his eyes are at least mild: "Liancheng boy, this is your niece, Shanshan. Call uncle quickly."

What flashed through long Shanshan's eyes? One was Uncle Gan, the other was uncle. It seemed that there was a little difference between intimacy and estrangement.

"Uncle." She called out very cleverly.

"You don't care about the party? If I don't care, I'll go. " Beiming Liancheng stood up.

"Son of a bitch, sit down for me!" Beiming male is so angry that he almost wants to do it again. However, when facing Beiming Liancheng, he still can't really do anything to him.

"There's a housekeeper over there. Don't worry about it." Of course, he didn't believe that the boy would really care about him. He must be in the same hurry as his elder brother to end everything here, so as to go back to the inexplicable apartment.

Two men play with a woman. When they think about it, they are mad.

"Have some tea, grandfather." Long Shanshan picked up the cup at the right time and looked at him: "grandfather, the tea is delicious. Try it."

Beiming male down the anger of the heart, rare today Shan Shan is willing to see himself, where willing to waste time in anger.

"Shanshan is still good." Just met an old and a small, has no gap to close up.

Beiming night's indifferent eyes finally swept in front of long Shanshan, but it was just a light glance, and then ignored it.

When he wanted to take out his cigarette from his pocket, he remembered that he had not smoked for a long time. Now, even he is not used to taking cigarettes with him.

The little girl said that she didn't want him to smoke. Smoking is bad for her health