Chapter 1292

"My cell phone!" Xiaoqing quickly pushed him away and scrambled down from the bed. "The housekeeper brought it back to me this morning."

On the screen is a strange number, looking at a bit familiar.

"Hello?" She frowned and pressed the answer button.

"Xiaoqing, I'm Xiaojing!" The phone call is Qiao Sangyu's makeup artist. As soon as the phone is connected, the voice of Xiaojing's fiery voice comes over, "sister Sangyu is beside you? Her cell phone is off! Please ask her to come to the company by herself. The company plans to hold a press conference in the afternoon. I will wait for her in the company... "

Xiaojing can't walk, so I have to ask Xiaoqing to help.

"Sangyu She should still be in my house, but I'm not at home now... " Xiao Qing was embarrassed to stop, and quickly answered, "you can rest assured. I'll go and tell her."

Xiaojing was so grateful that he hung up the phone.

"I'm going home." Xiao Qing came back again and looked for a coat in the closet. He looked at Li Beichen anxiously, "can you do it alone?"

After this "Reunion", Li Beichen said that she would not be allowed to leave at will.

For the sake of his injury in bed, she agreed

"I'll ask the driver to see you off." His expression is very calm and magnanimous, just assigned the driver to follow her, and then let her go

However, after Xiaoqing left, the weakness on the face of those who were still in bed disappeared. The color of his eyes was slightly heavy, and his whole body was full of coldness. His innate courage revived He got up, quietly lifted his feet as if nothing had happened, and stepped to the bedside.

Through the transparent glass, he watched the driver drive her away, and soon there were two cars, following them in the direction they left.

The Housekeeper will knock at the door soon.

"Young master, you let me How did you get up? " He was just about to report. When he looked up, he saw Li Beichen standing at the window. The housekeeper rushed forward to help him, "didn't the doctor tell you to stay in bed?"

Li Beichen raised his hand to stop him.

"It's OK. I told him to say that." He shook his head, his voice was flat, he told the truth lightly, and then motioned to the housekeeper to continue, "you go on."

Housekeeper astonished a second: deliberately let the doctor say so?! That's for

Business? Or private?

His brain quickly filtered a lot of reasons, but they were smart enough not to ask, just continue to report and do their part.

"The people sent out to protect Miss Mu have just set out. This time I want them to keep up with each other. Nothing will happen! " The last kidnapping and "death" left the housekeeper in deep fear. The people assigned now are naturally elites among the elite.

"Well." Li Beichen responded. His expression was calm and his eyes were looking at a certain direction outside the window. He was deep and distant. After a long time, he began to say the second half of the sentence, "more than protection."

"Well?"

Li Beichen patted him on the shoulder. His smile seemed helpless and enigmatic: "if she suddenly refuses to come back, these people have to bring her back."

"What? How could miss Mu refuse to come back? " The housekeeper was more and more astonished, but he didn't come back to inquire. Li Beichen had already passed him and walked into the study

After thinking for a long time, the housekeeper finally figured out the deep meaning of the sentence and realized that there was a problem between the master and miss Mu again.

So he thought about it, but he knocked on the door of Li Beichen's study.

Finally, it's time to confirm the marriage. How can we still make conflicts?

"Kowtow!"

When the housekeeper went in, Li Beichen was on the phone, saying that it should be some business. But he didn't listen to his housekeeper

The housekeeper raised his head abruptly: "young master, what are you looking for that woman to do?"

The housekeeper frowned resentfully: he has just turned people out! The little girl with no education, no three, no four, with tattoos on her body What are you looking for? It's like asking for trouble!

Li Beichen's voice could not stop.

He glanced up at the housekeeper, quietly dropped out the warning, and then explained to the other end of the phone: -- It doesn't matter. It's the housekeeper. "

He gave a few more instructions and then hung up.

"What's the matter?" Put down the mobile phone, he just motioned housekeeper to speak.

"Why are you looking for Xiaoya? Miss Mu will not be happy! " The housekeeper murmured and analyzed the appearance of a man who had come to him. "Young master, if there is any misunderstanding between you and miss mu, you should not..."

"It's not a misunderstanding." Li Beichen interrupted him with an elegant but cold smile, "this time It's not a misunderstanding. "

He rose, his figure lengthened by the light in the window lattice. He turned his back to the housekeeper, and his tall figure seemed aloof and lonely. After a long silence, Li Beichen told him, "don't tell her about Xiaoya."At the same time, he took a pack of cigarettes from the side cupboard and pulled out one of them. He wanted to light it, but he frowned and stopped.

After all, the cigarette was left in a clean ashtray.

The housekeeper did not know his boredom and consideration, but simply affirmed that the young master must be "something". He did not say much. He stood for a long time without saying much: "do you need to arrange a room in the villa to find that Xiaoya?"

"No need." The housekeeper's worry made Li Beichen laugh. He shook his head, and his lips overflowed with a slight smile. He only gave him a profound reply, "it's only useful to find her, but it doesn't mean anything else."

"Useful"?

When he said the word, he had a calm voice, like talking about an object without any emotional fluctuations.

This is his attitude towards Xiaoya

The driver sent Xiao Qing back to the small foreign house in the suburb.

The curtains of the small foreign-style building were all pulled. It looked airtight. The house was quiet. It was the same as she left yesterday. Just in the downstairs when the door lock, small clear Leng Leng: How did not lock the door?

But she was soon relieved: This is the door lock that Xiaojing repaired yesterday, but it can't be locked.

"Mulberry elm!" She strode into the kitchen and toilet to find a circle, but did not see anyone, so trotted up the second floor, "Xiaojing asked me to inform you that there is a press conference this afternoon, have you got up?"

No one answered.

The kitchen and toilet are cold and nobody has used it. It must have been sleeping till now

"Do you want to get up and do some modeling?" Xiaoqing speechless, ran up the corner of the stairs, and raised his voice, "otherwise it will be too late..."

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