President Hunting Love is too fierce

Even though his voice was so low that she couldn't hear her clearly, she still heard that hateful name: "Qingqing."

Coming out of Ye's Group, Bai Feifei's virtuous face became distorted, and crazy hatred swirled in those autumn-like eyes.

She picked up the phone, expressionless: "Uncle Long, I heard that you know many people in the underworld, and I want to hunt down one person."

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Ye Chuqing naturally didn't know that her brother who hated her would treat her as an object of fantasy. [

She put down the phone, remembering Ye Zhirui's threatening words just now, she couldn't help panicking.

Although Mo Fengya is also a big man with a lot of background, he is not from his country after all, and his power in this city may not be able to compete with the Ye family.

The point is, she doesn't think that Mo Fengya is the kind of person who will truly protect her. The relationship between them is nothing more than a relationship of interest. Will he offend the Ye family to protect her?

Ah, I'm so tired, why Ye Zhirui refuses to let her go, now I can only be more careful, take one step at a time!

Ye Chuqing walked out of her room, yawned and went downstairs, ah, I'm so hungry, I slept all morning, so I can eat lunch directly.

"Anything to eat?"

Just in time to meet the housekeeper with eyes in black, she asked hurriedly.

The housekeeper is a foreigner, and she looks like a professional British housekeeper from a big family. She is dressed meticulously and has a serious and elegant expression.

She looked at Ye Chuqing's yawning expression with disapproval, and frowned: "Miss Ye, it's already noon, please go to the small restaurant for dinner, and I hope you will be careful here and don't disturb the young master."

Ye Chuqing was speechless. Such a preaching housekeeper was really serious and troublesome.

The housekeeper led her through the deep corridor, turned a few corners, and came to the special dining place.

Soon a servant brought lunch, and elegantly placed the knife and fork.

When Ye Chuqing saw that it was western food, she was one head and two older. She doesn't like western food.

"Could you please prepare me Chinese food next time, I'm not used to this taste." Ye Chuqing said to the housekeeper with a smile.

But the housekeeper said proudly: "I'm sorry, it's up to the young master to decide whether to eat western food or Chinese food, and the cook will only prepare according to the young master's taste."

The implication is that if you are a foodie, don't try to order food.