Encountered Uncle Se's ex-husband came to find fault

"Have someone investigate Black Rose's movements. By the way, protect her. I don't want Xing'er to be sad. Also, is there any news from Xiaoshike?" Based on his guess, Black Rose couldn't persuade the two of them, and must have returned to France , want to convince the old man?

If so, she will only be in danger.

"I understand that Shaw Smith is still in Japan. I heard that he hooked up with a Japanese aristocratic woman. I guess he will take advantage of it."

Meng Beichen pondered for a while, Han Yixing stabbed him, he would definitely take revenge, he should have made arrangements earlier so that he would never come back to China.

"Go back and rest. If there is anything Black Rose has to say, tell me." After the cigarette burned out, he threw it into the ashtray, frowning deeply. [

As soon as Fei Xiluo came out of the study door, he met Han Yixing walking towards this side in a hurry, "Young Mistress," he greeted, and Han Yixing just waved to him hastily.

He frowned slightly, what happened to the young mistress?

He knew everything about Meng Beichen, so when the young master really fell in love with this girl, he would do his best to protect her.

When Han Yixing pushed open the door of the study room, the smoke inside hadn't dissipated, and it was a bit choking, so she couldn't help coughing lightly twice.

Meng Beichen raised his head and stood up immediately, "Why are you here? It's too choking here, go back to your room."

"But you are still busy."

"But my wife has something to do with me now." He didn't take it seriously. What he just reviewed was the document to be used tomorrow, but it can be approved tomorrow.

"That's true," Han Yixing smiled, but immediately frowned. Meng Beichen pulled her into the room, sat on the sofa, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Meng Beichen"

"Han Yixing, can you stop calling me by my first name every time?" Someone complained, how can a wife call her husband like that all day long.

"Oh, don't worry about it now, I'm really in a hurry." Han Yixing wrinkled his face and couldn't help shaking his arm.

He chuckled, "Okay, tell me."

"My mother, my mother, what does she do? Is, is it a killer?" She asked him a little dryly. These days, she and her mother talked about everything, but she always avoided these things, and she also Not good always ask.