Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 599 The Modern Story (34)

After the woman finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave. Ai Ling stood motionless at the door of the meeting room, and asked her back, "Dare to ask the beauty's name?"

"Zhou Jiamei!"

Zhou Jiamei seemed to be very satisfied with her name, and even her tone of voice was very high-spirited when she announced her name.

Ai Ling secretly remembered Zhou Jiamei's name, and then never looked at her again.

The meeting lasted for two hours, and Xuanyuan Jiaye was already impatient. After arranging everything, he got up and walked out.

"Is it impatient to wait?" Xuanyuan Jiaye quietly lowered his head and asked when passing by her.

Ai Ling obeyed his duty and walked beside him, "Mr. President, please face up to my career."

"Oh." The man replied casually.

Then he said: "Shouldn't your occupation be the president's wife?"

"..." Ai Ling frowned, "Get lost."

Xuanyuan Jiaye laughed softly, and strode forward with a smile on his face. Ai Ling opened the car door neatly, and after escorting him into the car, he also sat in.

The driver was Xuanyuan Jiaye's own man. He generously put his arms around Ai Ling's shoulders, pinched her chin and kissed her directly.

Ai Ling pressed his fingertips against his cheek and pushed him away, "Zhou Haimei is looking for you."

When the name 'Zhou Haimei' was mentioned, Xuanyuan Jiaye's hands visibly froze.

However, with such an action, Ai Ling's eyes sank.

Xuanyuan Jiaye didn't speak, and Ai Ling didn't continue to say anything. When the car stopped at the presidential palace, Ai Ling didn't speak, but got out of the car directly, and greeted him after making sure the surroundings were safe.

Xuanyuan Jiaye's face was calm, and he entered the presidential palace without saying a word.

The scene immediately became dignified. Ai Ling stood motionless at the gate of the luxurious and huge presidential palace, like a stone sculpture.

One person stood outside the door of the room, the other stood inside the door, facing each other coldly across a wall and a door.

No one knew what was wrong with the other party, it was just a little awkward anyway.

With a sound of "snap!", the door was opened, Xuanyuan Jiaye put one hand on the edge of the door frame, his eyes were fixed on the expressionless Ai Ling.

"Why are you angry?" he asked in a low voice.

Ai Ling didn't turn her head back. She looked forward with her hands behind her back and said, "Mr. President, please don't go in and out of the door at will. If something happens, I can't bear the responsibility."

Xuanyuan Jiaye was choked by her tone, "Zhou Haimei has nothing to do with me."

Ai Ling didn't speak, but still maintained a movement.

"You don't believe it?" he asked again.

"I don't believe it, what can I do? I haven't seen each other for more than two years, and I can't get involved in many of your affairs." Ai Ling said lightly.

At this moment, her indifference towards human life and the ways of the world broke out again. It seemed that she was still the same killer who only knew how to kill with money. No one had anything to do with her, and everything was treated indifferently in her eyes.

Xuanyuan Jiaye also felt this. He sighed, and suddenly stretched out his hand to drag Ai Ling into the door, and Ai Ling was pushed against the corner of the wall by him.

"Ling'er, let alone two and a half years, even if 20 years have passed, my personality and heart, Xuanyuan Jiaye, will not change. Do you think anyone can fall into my eyes? Anyone can sleep in my bed? "There was some anger in the man's tone.

Ai Ling looked at him sideways, and smiled indifferently, "Then why did you tremble just now? What does the silence mean? Xuanyuan Jiaye, is there a reason why you can't keep your original intention in front of this colorful world?"

Xuanyuan Jiaye's face was a little dark, "What are you talking about?"

(End of this chapter)