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Chapter 2543 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1105 An Luo.Who is that?

Won't.

Won't! ! ! ! ! !
Deng Meng's complexion changed, and he walked out of the romantic love in an instant, angrily trying to push him away, but the man hugged him tighter.

"Hi!" she called him angrily.

"Call me Xiaobai."

"Xiao Hei!" She gritted her teeth.

"Huh?" A slightly displeased voice.

Deng Meng puffed her cheeks, and persisted for three seconds under his slightly cold gaze, but she finally gave up: "...Xiaobai."

……

As expected, Ji Shengbai didn't mention An Luo's matter again.

Deng Meng struggled for a while, after much deliberation, she decided to trust him once. As for what happened between this pineapple and that Ye Shao, she didn't bother to care about it, anyway, it was none of her business.

I stayed up late until 11:30 in the evening, only to see Beifanxing's car driving into the villa. While lamenting that this guy is really a fighter among workaholics, I silently went downstairs to the main building to find him.

I thought he would have a rest after he came back, drink a glass of wine, and watch TV, but I didn’t expect to see anyone in the living room, so I asked the maid on the night shift, and she said that the young master would still be there every night after he came back. I have to work in the study for one to three hours before taking a break.

……

Is this guy trying to exhaust himself to death?I don’t know if you stay up too late, the probability of sudden death will soar a lot?

After receiving the coffee and fruit prepared by the maid, she waved her hand to signal her to go to rest, and went upstairs by herself, knocked on the door of the study, and opened the door to enter.

This is the first time she has come to the study room of Beifanxing. It occupies a much larger area than she imagined. There are four huge bookshelves, with tens of thousands of books neatly arranged. The bookshelves are probably made of sandalwood, so huge. In the study room, there is a very strong smell of sandalwood.

The lights were bright, and the man behind the desk didn't even look at her, just flipping through the documents on his own.

Deng Meng walked over to put down the coffee and fruit platter, and stood there coughing dryly.

Bei Fanxing still didn't look up at her, his expression was indifferent, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Speak if you have something to do, and leave if you have nothing to do."

The co-author already knew that the person who brought things in was not the maid but her.

Deng Meng consciously opened the leather chair opposite the table and sat down, with a pious expression on her face: "Brother, you see that you have come back after a long night, why don't you take a good rest and continue working? You are exhausted. How is your body..."

There was a slight pause in the sound of paper flipping, and the man raised his eyes, looking at her coldly without any ripples.

The smirk on Deng Meng's face disappeared unconsciously.

Well, the two of them have always been a little bit jealous when they meet enemies, and it's a bit fake to come here to be polite now.

Rubbing his buttocks in the seat, he found a more comfortable position, straightened his body, and looked at him solemnly: "In this case, I will open the skylight and speak honestly. I like An Luo very much. I hope She can come back."

"Who?"

"An Luo."

"Who is that?"

"..."

Deng Meng was speechless for a while, and she resigned him, and she didn't even know what he was called...

Taking a deep breath, she patiently explained to him: "It's the maid you fired after you washed your coat yesterday."

Bei Fanxing probably remembered it, and after being silent for a while, he said without emotion: "The Bei family doesn't need incompetent staff. I heard that last time she broke into my study and broke a vase?"

Deng Meng choked.

(End of this chapter)