Sweet Pregnant Wife,Be Good!

She silently clenched her fist, she vowed that she would not let people have the opportunity to bully their own head.

After work, an Qian didn't go back to his rental house directly, but went to Jiyu group.

She raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of the familiar figure. Maybe God gave her such an opportunity to let her try something. Maybe, she didn't believe her relationship with Han Qichen. That's all.

She waved, "Mr. Han."

Han Qichen suddenly stopped and looked back.

An Qian happily ran to Han Qichen, "Mr. Han, how can you be here?"

Han Qichen's black eyes narrowed slightly. This is the gate of his company. Is it strange that he appears here. "Why are you here?"

An Qian Leng for a moment, suddenly do not know how to say.

"Well... I'm passing by."

Han Qichen's eyes showed a touch of doubt. How could he remember that the hotel assistant Jiang arranged for her should be in the opposite direction.

As if seeing what Han Qichen was thinking, she added anxiously, "I just finished talking about cooperation with clients, so I happened to pass by."

Han Qichen's face was calm. He was not interested in why she appeared here, and her presence here had little to do with himself.

She only helped herself once, and all he had for an Qian was a little gratitude, and that was all they had to do with each other.

He moved his thin lips and said, "in this case, let assistant Jiang send a car to pick you up. It's already late."

An Qian suddenly Leng for a moment, she did not expect Han Qichen will say so. According to common sense, he should have sent himself back.

Han Qichen opened the door and was getting ready to get on.

"Mr. Han, could you please give me a ride?" Without any reason, she just wants to spend more time alone with Han Qichen. Maybe as long as they get along with each other for a long time, he will like himself.

Han Qichen looked at an Qian indifferently, he had intended to refuse, but when he saw an Qian's eyes, he would have to the mouth of the words again swallow back.

"Get in the car."

Anxian grinned excitedly and ran to the co pilot's position.

Han Qichen started the car's engine and turned on the lights. When he looked straight ahead, he suddenly found that a group of people stopped the car's way five meters away.

He couldn't figure out whether those people were crazy or not. They dare to stop in front of him.

He frowned in displeasure and pressed the horn, but the shadow in front of him didn't mean to let it.

The corner of his cold mouth drew a special arc, it seems that these people are deliberately looking for his trouble. He unfastened his seat belt and was getting ready to get out of the car.

"Mr. Han, what are those people doing?" An Qian some uneasy, vaguely still has a kind of bad premonition.

"You stay in the car first, I'll go down and have a look."

The car door was closed tightly, looking at Han Qichen's back, an idea suddenly sprouted in an Qian's mind, an idea of wanting to be with this man forever.

Han Qichen got off the station and was in the same place. From the beginning to the end, he exuded a languid imperial breath.

He glanced at those people faintly. Just now, the light was so dazzling that he didn't see them clearly.

He glanced at it, about a dozen people. Some of them had sticks in their hands, others had knives in their hands. It seems that the comer is not good tonight, so well prepared, it seems that he has been squatting in this place for a long time.

He gradually narrowed his eyes and asked symbolically, "who are you?"

The leading masked man said darkly, "the man who sent you to see the king of hell."

Han Qichen's mouth rose slightly, drawing a disdainful arc. He tore the tie off his neck and dropped it on the floor. He untied the cuff button. "It depends on whether you have this ability."