Chapter 510

He Yubing pressed Bluetooth and dialed the Secretary's phone.

"How are you doing with your whistle? Did the nasty little ones kill people and set off the fire? "

Zhang: "......"

They are not a criminal group, they are open up to the serious entertainment company!

Xiao Zhang has long been used to the sharp and poisonous tongue of the chairman, but this time it sounds Dad seems to be in a good mood?

The male secretary swallowed his saliva and reported to his boss about the war. "Today, Mr. Hubert is going to see the exhibition. She insists on following her, almost not stopped by the bodyguard."

He Yubing converges the lip arc, smile inch turns cold.

"So she borrowed my name again, and she put it up in a dead face?"

Zhang is in danger and doesn't fall his cell phone.

Is this the chairman's father a thousand miles old? He just said a word and guessed it seven or eight?

"Where is the location? I'm going to be right now. " The mirror reflects the sharp eyes of men like knives, and is always deep and calm. "You don't have to worry about saving the field. Tell Lawyer Wang to teach him how to be a man without knowing how to be a man."

I see, the chairman's father is ready to make an example.

Xiao Zhang dare not say to beg for mercy, Leling is a little girl he is quite optimistic about, is spent a lot of money from the bar to hold out. The company has always been tolerant of talented artists, and it may be the reason why the girl misunderstood it - if she has talent, she should be forgiven for doing anything.

He shook his head, and the little ones were all in the middle of the fortune.

If they were born ten years ago, their 20-year-old dad would never be as calm as he is now. He even couldn't even laugh at it and kick another artist who had been thrown into the hospital. Even if not dead, the ribs also have to be cut off a few, otherwise it is difficult to calm the tyrant's anger.

In short, the young chairman dad is comparable to Satan, and his temper is very hot.

Well, this is what Xiao Zhang heard from his old predecessors.

Zhang has not failed his identity as a little king of heaven. He has explored many legends about the chairman's father from his old predecessors.

What is more despondent is that the title of chairman dad when he was young was not a tall word such as "king of evil", "tyrant", but unexpected "Little sick man".

The chairman's father, he called him Xiao! Sick! Master!

The little sick man with milk and fierce!

I'll go!

My mother and mother!

My Lord!

Can you imagine a man with a large and naked head called a little sick man?

At that time, Zhang's soul came out of his body and almost died on the spot by thunder.

The president's father's tall and magnificent image is crumbling in his world.

However, your father is your father. Zhang's shaking has not long been. The next meeting witnessed the cruel picture of the chairman's father scolding his opponent to burst into tears. He quickly picked up his awe and continued to serve his father on his desk, burning incense every day Ah bah, it is a daily devout prayer, hope the chairman of the father to him "gentle.".

Zhang is very glad to be born late and live all the way.

As for the little girl who loves to hop around, Xiao Zhang can only say, wish a good day.

So far, he has to go to hook up other golden warriors with his father's golden thigh. He has not seen anyone who can support for a week.

Leling did not know that she was pitied by the male secretary. At this time, she was surrounded by Mr. Hubert, and she was constantly appreciating the human body painting in front of her. "Obviously, the painter deliberately imitated the black period of Picasso's prosperous years, and the body in her writing was strong and deep..."

The people in the same company showed their willingness to listen.

This discovery makes the footsteps of Ling lighter and faster, and more confirm that he is correct, so the voice is louder and louder.

I don't know that this is just the polite manners of the upper class gentlemen, which means to boost the waves.

In fact, they thought, say it to their heart, the more stupid pigeon girls, the more tired the old gentleman is, and they have ample opportunities to show their proper quality and good appreciation.

Mr. Hubert was really upset. How could he interrupt the lady's "noise" gracefully and politely? She said all the chewing, nutritious nonsense, all of which are standard words in textbooks, which can be used everywhere. Since Hubert's grandson went to school, he always came back to read a long time to Grandpa grunt, and the old musician was crying and chirping.

The old gentleman endured for a moment, Yu Guang saw a tall figure, surprised even took a few steps, grasped the other party's hand, "Mr. He, you come." Take the annoying little girl back here, God, he has never seen such a cooing pigeon!

He Yubing smiled and exchanged in fluent and natural German, "good morning, Mr. Hubert, you look good today. Did you meet your muse?"

It is rare to meet the intelligent man. Mr. Hubert's mood is changing from Yin to fine. It is rare to blink his eyes wisely. "I am old. The heart of young Muse belongs to a gentleman of integrity and elegance. Come on, I'll introduce you. This is Miss Qu. My old friend Arthur likes to call her Miss White best. Well, don't mind. The old man always likes to take some strange names. "He Yubing's sight glides from the old Mr. Hubert's face to the exquisite female collarbone.

The silver gray suit was not cut very hard, but made a soft drop feeling of leeway. Her front was open and her silk shirt was like the moonlight, which made her skin more and more white. Today, the little witch changed her alluring Agate Earrings, and only a few circles of pearl necklaces were wrapped loosely around her neck and shoulder, which was beautiful and warm.

A kind of implicit, conservative, elegant beauty, like a veiled holy nun.

He Yubing had to deal with a contract of the company on the way, which delayed him for half an hour.

Lin Lang came to the exhibition site earlier than he Yubing, and met a group of Mr. Hubert at the time of relaxation.

He Yubing looked at her without a trace. The little witch saw him, the coral like lip color turned white with fear. She took a step to the gentleman beside him and covered half of his shoulder.

She's looking for protection?

He Yubing smiles and reaches out to the person, "Hello, Miss qu."

She was startled, her eyes puzzled, as if she didn't understand his intention.

Do you know two people who want to meet for the first time?

He Yubing has a strong air field, and there is no doubt about it. Under his forced sharp eyes, she vaguely extended her hand.

He took her by the palm.

Cold and hard, is her first feeling of men.

The man's right hand is used to sign documents and contracts, and the mouth of the tiger is covered with a rough cocoon, which is slightly painful when rubbed. His palm is thick and broad, like a mountain, which completely covers the delicate and delicate hands. She can't help but spread her thinking and think of the Buddha's five finger mountain, which suppresses monkeys.

Perhaps the chairman's father is suitable to be a town god, Lin Lang thought so.

It seems to have found her distracted, and the man pinched her tail.

Lin Lang gave a low exclamation.

But the chairman's father had already quickly pulled out his hand, calm and self-confident, as if he was not the one who was just making a joke.

The people around didn't find the undercurrent between the two people. They laughed and saluted the new guests one after another.

He Yubing finished one by one, then said to Leling, who had been ignored for a long time, "you can go back now, pack your bags and go back home." Then wait to enjoy one by one their own black history.

Leling was stunned on the spot.

No matter how nervous she was, she realized that chairman he's patience was exhausted.

Old Mr. Hubert was surprised. "What's going on?"

He Yubing downplayed, "she violated the contract, ready to go back to terminate the contract compensation."

Old Mr. Hubert said, "Oh, no more. The little girl's talent did not move him as much as" Miss White Queen ". Naturally, there was no intercession.

What else did Leling want to say, she was dragged away by her male secretary.

On the way, she woke up and struggled violently, shouting, "wait, Mr. Hubert, I have more to say --"

finally, two strong bodyguards "invited" the guests who did not respect art.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh. Children are like this. They love to dream. Just wake her up He Yubing, with a gentle smile, easily overcame the awkward atmosphere.

The gentlemen were amused.

The group moved under another painting.

Compared with the previous abstract paintings, this painting is very straightforward, with redemption as the motif. Under the dark red clouds, there are a pair of intertwined Kingdom lovers. The luxurious clothes are swallowed by the fire of war, and the decadent and Carnival in the end of the day are presented.

The beautiful girl, with her swan neck high, looks like pain and pride. She is proud of her will to conquer the Empire. The man with a broad bronze chest held her waist, half his face buried in the woman's hair, and the gold medal on his shoulder was half bright and half dark.

After the ultimate joy, there are ashes in the ruins of the dynasty.

He Yubing just glanced casually. He was not interested in art.

When the public praise unceasingly, he Yubing is acutely aware of a glance coming from the slanting rear. He turns his head and looks at it, and the other party panics and drops his head.

Slowly, red ears.

That drop of cinnabar blood from the ear tip spread to the neck, gorgeous.

He Yubing has deep eyes.

After the exhibition, he Yubing had a friendly farewell to Mr. Hubert, and his contacts were very smooth. Especially on the night before he returned home, Hubert paid a special visit to see him off. He said that he liked the copper Buddhist bowl sent by he Yubing and thought that the voice of Huaxia was very spiritual.

He Yubing didn't tell Xiao Zhang to prepare another gift, so it was someone else who gave him this appropriate gift.

He accepted Mr. Hubert's thanks in silence.

Lin Lang came out of the bathroom and connected the call.

"The Buddha bowl is from you." The man said faintly, "tell me, what do you want from me?"

"I, I'm just handy..." She whispered, "see if you can help uncle he."He Yu Bing drooped his eyes, half of his face was hidden in the light, and he said, "well, if you don't get along with it, you can also solve the major problems in uncle he's life of getting married and having children."

The young girl shook her hand and immediately cut off the phone.

He Yubing slowly understood, opened a dark tie, threw it to the bedside, and stepped into the bathroom with long legs.

The next day, he saw Lin Lang wearing sunglasses in the airport. This was not in line with her usual dress up. The cultivation of the Qu family made the eldest lady form the habit of looking directly at others and talking. She seldom wore sunglasses.

Obviously, she's avoiding him.

The male secretary took the lead with a group of IMPs to go back. The chairman's father had to book his own ticket. As for Lin Lang, she was set out by a man. Then she returned home on the same day with him and sat in the adjacent position. Along the way, two people did not say a few words, because half of Lin Lang was pretending to sleep, and the other half was really sleeping.

"Dong --"

the pain of hitting a foreign body wakes Lin Lang up. However, when she looks at her side, she is a familiar palm, which is just on the window, preventing her from intimate contact with the window.

"Dishonest sleep, sleep will kick the quilt." The voice of the chairman's father was cool.

Lin Lang can't help but stare at him. However, thinking of her sensitive, delicate and sentimental heroine Renshi, Shengsheng stifles his impulse to roll his eyes. She murmured, sheepishly saying, "I sleep too much."

The big devil looked at her deeply, "in front of strange men, you will be so unprepared sleep?"

The little witch was at a loss Ah? "

He Yubing pinched the bridge of his nose, "no, nothing." He suddenly felt that the other party might not regard him as a man, but as the mascot of the town house. Hehe, mascot.

One night later, they arrived at the domestic airport.

In the early morning, the airport is shrouded in bright lights, surrounded by huge, transparent buildings, like a busy glass maze. He Yubing looks at the little girl in the maze of glass.

She didn't wear anything in her ears this time. It was just a light long sleeve dress. It was as clean as the light in the snow. She said with some embarrassment, "it should be this way to get off the elevator. I'm sure I won't go wrong again."

He Yubing put his pocket in one hand, and then asked, "do you want me to carry the suitcase?"

Lin Lang's hand dragged a half waist high box, looking very hard. Hearing he Yubing's question, she didn't want to refuse, "it's very light. It's OK. I'll do it myself."

He Yubing did not comment.

"Hiss -"

the box wheel makes a harsh sound.

She was frozen in place.

"What happened?" He Yubing asked casually.

She bit her lips, her arms clasped to her chest, and her delicate eyebrows curled up shyly.

"What's the matter?" He Yubing comes to her.

For a long time, a thin voice fluttered from the throat, "I, my belt is loose."

With that, she closed her mouth tightly and wished to bury her head in her chest.

He Yu ice Leng Leng Leng, eyes light rolling, fell on her side, faintly can see the radian under the butterfly bone.

"Come on, don't look pitifully bullied by me." The man said in a hoarse voice, "I'll protect you. Go to the bathroom first."

How to protect it?

Lin Lang did not want to understand, the man stretched out his arm and took her into his arms. The arm was just attached to the belt at both ends, covering the unsightly place. His body temperature is low, but his breath is burning with fire, burning her neck and shoulder skin. She wanted to struggle, was easily suppressed by men, "come on, my self-control is limited."

"Little witch, I'm not kidding."

She on He Yu ice deep eyes, there is a bit of less obvious emotion.

"Why do you call me Eh, little witch? " She tried to talk hard to get rid of the ambiguous atmosphere at the moment, but tried her best to choose a more delicate topic.

"Beautiful, poisonous, killing." He gave her a deep look.

Scattered words make up a complex emotion of a man who is attracted but restrained.

Her eyes were red and she didn't dare to ask.

"PATA --"

a sudden sound woke up Lin Lang, and she put one hand on the strong arm of the chairman's father and turned her head to look at it.

“…… Lin Lang? "

There is also a pair of men and women opposite, who have just returned from abroad.

By coincidence, one of them is her current husband.