The President's Sweet Trap

Now that her love has made a choice, there is nothing worth remembering.

Just go out for a break and give yourself a holiday!

"I'd like to go with you, but I'm not sure if I can help."

Nan Qingchen hooked his lips. He didn't expect her to help, as long as she was willing to stay with him.

He took out his cell phone again and called Ji Ming, asking him to arrange Yunxi's getting on the plane.

Ten minutes later, Ji Ming sent a message and everything was arranged properly.

After arriving at the airport, the airport arranged a special receptionist. Nan Qingchen was about to get off, but he was pulled by Yunxi.

He turned back and saw Yunxi staring at him with two eyes, and stretched out a hand in front of his chest.

"You... That... That what..." she hesitated for a long time without saying why,

Nan Qingchen glanced down at the position she drew with her hands, and realized that she was talking about the place on his clothes that had just been wet by her tears.

Now it is the end of summer. The temperature is appropriate and the air is dry. The position on the clothes is half dry, leaving an ugly mark. Needless to say, Yunxi knows that this valuable dress has been reimbursed.

She smiled awkwardly, "yes... I'm sorry! That... I didn't mean it! "

Nan Qingchen smiled disapprovingly: "if someone misunderstood, you should be responsible for explaining!"

Yunxi wrinkled his nose and bowed his head respectfully, "yes, president!"

"Naughty!" Nan Qingchen tapped her head gently, "let's go!"

Yunxi followed nanqingchen out of the car. Under the leadership of the reception staff, he directly entered the exclusive lounge from the special channel of the airport and brought them drinks, tea and all kinds of snacks. Then the reception staff went out.

South dumped the dust into the bathroom in the lounge. When he came out again, he had taken on a new look from head to toe.

Yunxi smashed it and said, "when has the service at the airport become so good that even the clothes for washing have been prepared!"

"Ah..." Nan Qingchen smiled: "this lounge is mine. Is it strange to have my clothes?"

"Yours? Are you the one who said it? " Yunxi is a little surprised. Do rich people play like this?

When she was with Nan Chunjie, although she was very rich, she wouldn't be like him. It was like spending too much money.

Money

Yunxi suddenly patted her head. How could she forget that the south family is not so poor that only money is left. With the identity and status of nanqingchen, how could he share a lounge with others? It's nothing to wrap it up.

Nan Qingchen raised his eyebrows, "what's the problem?"

It's just a lounge. There's no need to be so surprised!

Yunxi shook his head and muttered, "local tyrant!"

She thought she had whispered enough. Unexpectedly, she was heard by nanqingchen.

"You're wrong. I'm not a local tyrant!"

"Ah? What are you? "

"I'm not only proud!"

A white light flashed in front of her. For a moment, Yunxi felt as if she couldn't see anything.

Why are you so familiar?

She closed her eyes and shook her head. When she broke away again, she found that everything was as usual, but nanqingchen looked at her with a worried face.

"What's the matter with you? Is there something wrong? "

She shook her head. This feeling has appeared many times. What's going on?

Just then, there was a knock outside the door.

The dust in the South straightened up and said in a deep voice, "come in!"

The receptionist came in. She stood at the door and said in a sweet voice, "Nanshao, the plane will take off in ten minutes."

Nan Qingchen turned to look at Xiang Yunxi: "it's really all right?"

Yunxi nodded and stood up: "I'm fine. Let's go!"

Nanqingchen saw that she was really all right and picked up the briefcase on the sofa.

"Let's go!"

Near midnight, in front of an old residential apartment building in the suburbs of Beijing, a figure flashed by.

At the entrance of the basement, a voice shouted, "boss, boss, are you down there?"

His voice was not much louder than that of mosquitoes. For a long time, a voice came up from below.

"Ali, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me, boss. Wait, I'll come down right away!" Hearing boss Zhou's voice, Ali was so excited that he almost cried out.

"Hey, keep your voice down. If you let others know that I'm hiding here, I won't skin you. Get out of here!" Mr. Zhou scolded loudly, completely unaware of how loud his own voice was.

Ali took his cell phone out of his pocket, turned on the flashlight and walked slowly down the steps under his feet.

This place is in disrepair for a long time. Some of the bricks for building houses have been crisp. If you are not careful, you may step on the crisp bricks.

Ali walked fearlessly. He finally went down to the last level. Before he could stand firm, his body was pulled by people when he saw a flower in front of him.

"You little bunny, want to starve me to death, don't you?"

Ali held up his cell phone and saw boss Zhou's ferocious face, which made his legs and stomach straight and soft.

"Old... Boss, i... I didn't mean it. You don't know. There are people looking for you in the streets outside. I think you'd better find a chance to hide outside and come back after the limelight!"

"Hum... Bah!" Boss Zhou forced Ali into the ground, spit and scolded: "I've been on the road for so long, and I've never been so cowardly. That smelly woman, no matter who she is, makes me a shrinking turtle. I'll never let her go!"

Ali got up from the ground, endured the disgusting smell in the basement and advised boss Zhou.

"Boss, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. The future is long. Now is not the time. Just listen to me and find a chance to go out, otherwise they will find here sooner or later!"

"What are you talking about! I'll teach you the rice! " Boss Zhou kicked Ali fiercely and ordered.

"Old... Boss..." ah lizhan cried with trembling.

"So what? I'm so bored. Hurry up, I'm starving! "

Ali moved the light of the mobile phone to one side and let boss Zhou see it for himself.

As soon as boss Zhou saw it, he immediately roared: "Ali, fuck your ancestors!"

Ali is almost crying. If the boss hadn't just pushed him to the ground, how could he not hold the food in his hand? Now all the food is covered on a pile of poop. How could the boss blame him in turn!

"Fuck off, buy it for me!"

Ali ran up and didn't want to be afraid of stepping on the crisp bricks.

Outside, he turned off the flashlight of his mobile phone, looked around like a thief, and didn't dare to go out until he confirmed that there was no one.