One Yuan Bride VS Global Chief

Yi Qian became more and more calm, she didn't move, she didn't speak, she just stretched out her hand, and knocked on the coffee table next to her, making a very textured sound.

That voice is pleasant, crisp, and perfect, but it has a strong sense of power, which makes people shudder!

The little beauty's excitement could no longer continue, she slowly moved away from Yi Qian's body with a pale complexion, lowered her head, not daring to take a look at Yi Qian.

Because, at this moment, the air in the entire room has become thinner.

Difficult to breathe and difficult to move. [

Yi Qian stood up calmly, tidied up her clothes, slowly pressed the button on the side, and said, "Come in."

Immediately, the door of the presidential suite was pushed open, and the manager of the "Imperial Palace" walked in respectfully. Seeing the little beauty standing there, his face turned pale, "Young Master Yi..."

Yi Qian slightly raised her hand to stop the manager's voice, and walked out of the suite. The subordinates in all black standing outside the door immediately followed him and left in a crowd.

However, under the foil of the crowd, he was even more eye-catching.

He stepped into the meeting room next to him, and his subordinates in black stood beside him.

Never said a word.

The manager glared angrily at the naked and dazed little beauty, and cursed in a low voice, "You're fucking dead!"

Immediately, he tore off the bed sheet, threw it to the little beauty, dragged her up, and followed Yi Qian into the conference room.

Yi Qian sat there, surrounded by a few men in black, full of momentum and oppressive, with a cigarette in his mouth and a matchbox in his hand. Burn, extinguish.

so repeated.

The man is still the stunning young master, but his aura has changed drastically, and on top of his unstained appearance, there is already a stern brilliance that is changing indefinitely.

The fingertips flashed with flames and made a sizzling sound, which was extremely frightening!

The "Imperial Palace" manager's legs became weak, and he almost didn't kneel on the ground, his voice trembling: "Young Master Yi."

Yi Qian didn't say a word, but there was a vague coldness between the browbones, which made people tremble.

However, looking at the whole person's face, there is a taste of being unrestrained and unrestrained. The light-colored lips are curved just right, and there is a smile that looks like a smile, but it is scattered, but it gives people a sense of drifting and free and easy.

Seeing such a smile, the manager of the "Imperial Palace" couldn't help but raised his hand and wiped his sweat. This kind of smile is very beautiful, very clean, very pure, spotless, just like the white snow on a snow mountain that has not melted for thousands of years, but, I don't know why, but it's also scary.

No wonder people called Yi Qian a trembling noble son.

Powerful, arrogant, clear, domineering.

Moshang is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world. [

Like a king, like a myth, it is all over the country and the city.

The little beauty next to the manager has already realized the danger at this time, standing aside quietly trembling, her eyes overflowing with fear.

"Yi Shao, I promise there will be no next time, this time I didn't watch..."

The manager of "Imperial Palace" hadn't finished speaking, Yi Qian raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, but because of his actions, the room was instantly quiet, and he didn't even hear the sound of breathing.

Yi Qian's tall and straight figure felt even more oppressive.

There were bean-sized drops of sweat on the manager's forehead.