How can the president be fierce

Chapter 2581 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1143 Three short words, and didn't say what to take.

Two in the morning.

Bei Fan Xing returned to the villa for half an hour, Deng Meng took the time to pass, went upstairs calmly under the eyes of the maid, knocked on the door, and sat down opposite him in a serious manner after entering: "I am a student of Bei Mo. things came."

It's okay, there are three cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of the desk, and the smell of smoke in the air, they should all be just smoked.

Still in a suit and leather shoes, the handsome man with an imposing aura didn't even look at her: "It's inconvenient for me to intervene in your affairs."

"He doesn't answer my phone calls or text messages. We are also a couple in name anyway. If he walks away like this, it will be unpleasant for others to speak behind his back. I can't stand it anymore."

She raised her chin and looked at him depressedly: "Call him with your mobile phone, at least give us a chance to talk?"

Bei Fanxing seemed to have some headaches, he kept raising his hands and rubbing the center of his brows: "I'm very busy, go back to sleep if you have nothing to do, don't disturb me here because of these messy little things."

"Call me, and I'll leave right away, and it won't take you long."

"What do you want him to do when he comes back?"

The man suddenly raised his head, and his eyes covered with a layer of thin ice were fixed on her without blinking: "Help you deal with Rong Feifei? She is now approaching decline step by step."

Deng Meng couldn't breathe well from his slightly sharp and aggressive gaze, blinked, and then continued: "As long as the He family is still there, and He Teng is still there, Rong Feifei will never really fall down that day. !"

"I will do these things for him, just go back and wait for the news."

"..."

Deng Meng bit her lip and wanted to say something, but suddenly frowned and coughed a few times.

Bei Fanxing glanced at her lightly: "If you feel uncomfortable, go back and lie down early."

"I'm fine, but the dinner is a bit salty." After speaking, he coughed heavily again.

Cough, cough, but there is no sign of getting up to leave.

Bei Fanxing frowned in disgust, got up and went to the water dispenser to fetch her a glass of water.

Seeing the timing, Deng Meng hurriedly took a cigarette butt out of the ashtray and stuffed it into his pocket, then continued to cough heavily, as if he would not stop until he coughed out his lungs.

Bei Fan Xing conveniently put the water glass in front of her: "Go back to your place after drinking, and don't come here every now and then, I'm very busy."

Deng Meng looked awkward, drank the glass of water in one breath, and laughed: "Thank you for the water! Since you said you would help me, then I believe you! It's getting late, and you should go to bed early."

After speaking, he pushed the chair away and got up to walk outside.

Before taking two steps, the man behind the desk suddenly stopped her: "Wait a minute—"

Deng Meng's fingers holding the doorknob tightened suddenly, inexplicably, with a very bad premonition, but she had to seize the time to sort out her expression, turned around slowly, and looked at him innocently: "What's wrong? "

Bei Fanxing narrowed his eyes, stared at her coldly, got up slowly, walked around the large desk, and approached her step by step.

He obviously didn't say anything, but this kind of approaching quietly made people feel more creepy than aggressive questioning.

Deng Meng opened her eyes wide and wanted to retreat, but there was a door behind her, and there was no way to retreat, so she could only watch him approach step by step.

His knuckle fingers were spread flat in front of her, and the man's voice was so cold that there was no warmth: "Take it out."

Three short words, and didn't say what to take.

(End of this chapter)