Billionaire's Secret Lover

Mingke can't tell what it's like, but he really doesn't like being paid attention to like this.

Karaoke is just for relaxation, but now she doesn't feel relaxed at all. Instead, she feels stressed.

Because of nervousness and uneasiness, several of the lyrics are missung. The more missung, the more irritable in my heart.

Why force people to listen to her singing? It makes her seem like a singer holding a concert. When she starts singing, she has to be appreciated by someone under the stage.

Beiming night is too overbearing, even if it's overbearing to her, it's the same to his brother.

The more irritable she was, the more likely she was to make a mistake. Finally, she frowned and put the microphone down: "no singing."

"Why?" The North night picked to pick eyebrow, originally listen to her sing to listen to just enjoy, this meeting suddenly don't sing, his facial expression immediately sink down.

"I don't want to sing." Mingke raises his head to meet his eyes. Now people are in his arms. When they raise their head like this, they have no strength at all. It's just like a pet in his arms.

Now the pet is looking at herself with a kind of resentment. The eyes of the northern night sink down and stare at her face: "why don't you want to sing?"

"I I don't like that. " She didn't have much courage, but she told him what she thought: "just talk, drink and do your business. Why force them to listen to me sing? It's not that they sing very well... "

"No, Miss Mingke sings very well." The big mouth monkey said immediately.

Dongli also laughed and said, "it's really nice. It's even better than the most famous singer in Dongling. It's like fairy music floating in my ears when I sing. It's so nice that people go back and forth year after year..."

Under Mingke's more and more disdainful eyes, Dongli still stops talking. Well, he really doesn't know how to coax women, and he doesn't have this habit.

Gillian finally couldn't help laughing: "you say that, coco, where dare you sing? It's funny that they don't even know how to speak and want to make people happy. "

But Beiming night's face was not very good-looking. Everyone was constrained by his ugly face, and no one dared to say more.

Or Gillian looked back at Mingke and asked with a smile, "if you want to order a song, we'll sing together. They say their songs, we don't care about them."

But this meeting really didn't know how to make ends meet. Listening to her saying, she had to nod her head: "OK, I'll sing with you."

Looking up at the northern night, she blinked and said softly, "Sir, can't you chat with them?"

All people's eyes fall on Beiming night, but he just looks down at her without any waves.

Mingke doesn't know if she makes him unhappy. If he doesn't speak, she doesn't dare to say anything more. Take the microphone and just look at Gillian. If Gillian accompanies her, just sing. It's not so hard.

Unexpectedly, Beiming night took the cup up again. After a drink, he looked at Mu Yi and asked in a deep voice, "what's the matter with the East Asian wharf?"

Mu Yi breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mingke quietly. His eyes were full of gratitude. When he looked at the northern night, his face became serious: "the scuffle two days ago should have been deliberately provoked."

"What do you say?"

Mu Yishen said: "the transaction between Hongjing and Dongzhou has been going on for many years, and there has never been any problem of going abroad. This time, the young master of Hongjing also appeared in person. It is reasonable to say that the relationship between the two sides should be better than in the past. However, according to the information received by the brothers, the people from Dongzhou directly took the initiative."

After a pause, he added a few words: "if you don't hum a word, you can do it as soon as you come up."

Beiming night didn't speak, but the long finger holding the cup moved slightly. You can know that he wanted to smoke again, which only means that it was a bit unexpected.

"Keep singing." The big palm of the northern night kneaded her head, and she didn't even notice the unspeakable doting and tenderness.

After waiting for Mingke to take the microphone and continue humming, he put down the cup and looked at Dongli: "is Hongjing sure he has died in the scuffle?"

"Dead, the body was sent back, has been verified." Dongli looked back at him. Without waiting for him to ask a question, he took the initiative to say, "the situation in Dongzhou is not very good either. A young master died. It is said that he was actually the illegitimate son of his boss."

One is the young master of Hongjing and the other is the illegitimate son of Dongzhou boss. All these years of friendly cooperation have come to an end.

"The reason is still under investigation. It is said that the fiancee of the dead young master was raped by the young master Hongjing. Therefore, the people in Dongzhou didn't really intend to trade with them this time. Going to the East Asia wharf for an appointment is just revenge." Dongli said.

If it was the night of the northern night in the past, he would not believe that a man who did great things would do something harmful to others but not to himself for a woman.

Even if you want revenge, you can solve it in private. It's not good for both sides to do anything in such a big deal.But The big palm falls on Mingke's head unconsciously, and his eyes are more deep.

It's hard to say, but all this seems too superficial. It's not surprising that Mu Yi said he didn't believe the truth.

"What's your opinion, sir?" Mu Yi asked.

Everyone's eyes fell on Beiming night, and even Mingke couldn't help looking at him quietly.

After drinking the red wine Mu Yigang just added to him, he took the glass and turned it around in his hand. Then he said softly, "no matter what the truth is, one thing is certain that the peace of Dongling in recent years will be broken."

No one spoke because everyone knew that it was true.

"Dongli continues to pay attention to what organizations have recently entered Dongling. If not, see what special people are coming." He said.

"Good." East from busy road.

"Sir, then About the East Asian wharf... "

"It's none of our business. Just wait and see." The northern night waved his hand and put down the cup.

For the time being, it's the best thing for the imperial group to deal with it coldly.

Mu Yi looked at him and looked at Mingke again. He wanted to say nothing but stop: "Sir, that happened in those years..."

"He said The little woman didn't know anything. He didn't care.

Mu Yicai said: "recently, an unknown force, like us, was investigating the traffic accident that year..."

…… I don't know how long they discussed it. In the end, even Gillian joined the discussion team. I don't know her identity, but I always feel that her identity is not low.

What they discussed was not something that ordinary people like her could understand. They couldn't understand it. When they were very sleepy, they leaned in the arms of Beiming night and listened to the music and fell asleep.

When she woke up, she found that she had returned to the imperial court and was sleeping on the bed in the room of the northern night.

She was lying there, but there was no one else. Looking at her, she saw that Beiming night, who had taken a bath, was sitting at her desk, turning on her computer and working.

She woke up in a voice that clearly startled him, but he still knocked on the keyboard and didn't look back at her. It's just that Mingke clearly felt that his back was stiff, and his cold air suddenly overflowed