Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

  18 minutes later, a red Bugatti Veyron slammed the brakes and stopped outside Li's old house.

   Immediately afterwards, a pair of beautiful legs got out of the car.

  Li Qiyun, wearing a suit and skirt, appeared in the sight of everyone.

  The suit skirt is too formal. Although it must be worn on many occasions, few people can wear a suit skirt to look good. Li Qiyun is definitely an exception.

Wearing a light gray checkered suit skirt on her body, she outlines her figure proportions, slender waist and long legs, coupled with her distinctive feminine temperament and glamorous looks with a little bit of heroism. People have a strong and charming feeling.

   is exactly the kind of woman that men would like, and the type of woman that women would like.

  She held the bag in her hand and slammed the car door.

  The old housekeeper has been waiting for her outside. When he saw her, he said hello immediately, "Miss, you are back."

  Li Qiyun didn’t waste time, walking inside and asking, “Where’s Grandpa?”

   "Old Sir Alex is in the drawing room."

  She frowned, and still asked, "Grandpa didn't say why you want to see me today?"

  The old butler watched her eyes and nose and walked half a step in front of her, and said respectfully, "No, the old man didn’t mention it. He just asked me to call the eldest lady."

  Li Qiyun's brows clumped harder!

  But just for a moment, she let go and asked calmly, "How is Grandpa's health recently? I have been busy these days. The last time I saw Grandpa, he seemed to have a cold. How is he?"

   "Miss back, it's alright, Sir Alex is very healthy."

"That's good."

  Li Qiyun did not speak any more.

  The old butler did not take the initiative to speak up.

  The Li family is super big, and it took more than ten minutes to walk from the door to the meeting room of the castle.

  The living room is completely European style. The living room of more than 200 square meters is magnificent, and the decoration style of pure European palace style adds a bit of nobility to the atmosphere.

  As soon as Li Qiyun entered, she saw the person sitting on the sofa.

  The person sitting on the sofa turned his back to her, and he was trimming the branches and leaves of a precious potted plant.

  In the trash can next to him, there are still a few bright flowers that bloom.

  Li Qiyun's nerves tightened involuntarily, and she didn't know why, every time she faced Mr. Li, her heart would feel an inexplicable sense of pressure. Even if this person is his own grandfather, he still can't relieve that sense of oppression.

  She reduced the expression on her face, walked to the sofa respectfully, and called, "Grandpa."

  The answer to her was absolute quietness, as quiet as the people close at hand did not hear her voice, and indifferently continued the project.

  Li Qiyun's heart tightened again. Although she didn't understand what was going on, her instinct told her that there was absolutely nothing in her favor.

  She pursed her red lips and said nothing.

  Old man Li couldn't speak even more, and continued to trim his potted plants.

  His movements are slow, and every time he cuts a leaf, he will re-examine the entire potted plant, as if he is thinking about whether that leaf should be cut off or whether it will damage the overall shape of the potted plant.

  He cut for half an hour, and Li Qiyun followed him and stood there for half an hour. No matter how powerful she was, she stood on a pair of stilettos for so long, her calf muscles became stiff, and she couldn't help but move her heels.