C8 Yang Chang Gen

Beiming Mo looked at the woman in his arms, whose eyes were filled with confusion.

"As expected of a low-leveled woman, you'll know once you try!"

He let go of her body in disgust.

Then, he returned to his usual calm demeanor.

Gu Huan's body shuddered uncontrollably.

A cold feeling assaulted her, and she became much more clear-headed.

Her cheeks were still unusually rosy.

His words hurt her.

She forced a smile, unable to refute the strong feeling of dizziness.

Beiming Mo walked gracefully to the sink at the side and turned on the tap.

Wash your hands.

It was as if he wanted to wash his hands that had touched every inch of her body until they were spotless.

He had some sort of obsession with cleanliness.

Especially for women!

After washing his hands, he slowly arranged his clothes in front of the mirror. His movements were so graceful that it seemed like it belonged to someone else.

Finished.

Without another glance at Gu Huan, he immediately left.

And just as he was pulling on the doorknob,

"Clothes …" Gu Huan called out.

He glanced at the wrinkled white suit and said coldly, "I don't want dirty things!"

He then walked away...

Gu Huan was stunned for a full minute.

Only then did he understand the mockery in his words.

In fact, she had wanted to say that she would send it back to him after washing up.

With a bitter smile, he said, "Tonight, I'll consider it her fault."

He had provoked someone he shouldn't have.

Struggling to his feet, he wrapped the expensive jacket that he had abandoned tightly around his almost naked body.

The moment she jumped off the sink, her vision suddenly turned dark.

He finally could not hold on and fainted on the ground.

The darkest midnight.

Nightmare Empire Hotel.

The elevator door opened with a "ding".

Beiming Mo quickly stepped out of the elevator.

After a banquet, the outline of his exquisite and handsome face faintly revealed a trace of exhaustion after drinking.

But he concealed it well.

Behind the man was a rough and muscular man.

"Mistress, for today's dinner, there are a few companies that have given me building blueprints. They said they hope you can take a look personally …"

Hsing Huo held the thick blueprint in his pocket and looked at Beiming Mo carefully.

Unexpectedly, Master didn't even bat an eyelid.

Hsing Huo quickly bowed again. "I'm sorry master. I know I'm breaking the rules. After all, the project is very important to you …"

"Since you know, why bother?"

Only then did Beiming Mo's low and simple voice sound out lazily.

Hsing Huo interrupted coldly.

"But, there are too many experts fighting and killing each other for the project that is in the hands of the lord. The lord doesn't seem too happy …"

Hsing Huo did not deny that the companies that had been sent to him by the old man all had been assigned by him.

"It's his business if he's not happy!"

Beiming Mo snorted coldly and continued walking towards the deepest part of the hotel corridor.

In the end, Hsing Huo still didn't dare to take out the blueprints he had.

He followed right behind his master, not daring to slack off.

He gathered up his courage and said again:

"Mistress, are you really not going back tonight?" "Master said that Miss Pei would be here, so I hope that you can return …"

His footsteps suddenly stopped.

The air suddenly turned cold!

It was obvious that Hsing Huo's words of "old master" and "old master" had angered someone.

Beiming Mo glanced at Hsing Huo with his cold eyes.

"This is the third time you have mentioned this! Hsing Huo, are you my subordinate or his lackey? "

The sword-shaped eyebrows that flew into his temples raised in displeasure.

But he quickly concealed it and returned to his usual coldness.

What he meant was that he didn't want to hear it a fourth time!

Hsing Huo lowered his head awkwardly. It seemed like Master wasn't planning to go back tonight.

"My apologies, master. Your subordinate spoke too much."

Having followed Beiming Mo for so many years, Hsing Huo knew his temperament very well.

Hsing Huo's head hurt when he thought about how he couldn't avoid being cut by the old man.

With long and narrow eyes, she cast a sidelong glance at Hsing Huo, who had a bitter expression.

Beiming Mo started to walk again.

Only when he arrived in front of the presidential suite's door did he say with a slight smirk:

"If he comes again, just say that I'm drunk at tonight's dinner."

Hearing that, Hsing Huo immediately straightened his back and revealed an honest smile.

He did not expect Master to help him out.

"Yes, Master!" Hsing Huo quickly took out his room card, "This subordinate will open the door for you."

Crack ~ crack.

The thick, rosewood dragon carving door automatically opened.

Beiming Mo walked straight into the room.

Hsing Huo stood at the door, squeaking and flinching.

"Um, Mistress …" Young Master Cheng asked me to remind you that he's finished the sixth grade of elementary school this month... "So, Mistress, you should release Young Master's pet. You've been locking it up for a month …"

A five-year-old child, someone else's child. She hasn't even entered primary school yet.

His family's Young Master Cheng had already graduated from primary school.

It really was a bloodline that had inherited the best in Beiming Family.

Hsing Huo was deeply impressed.

Beiming Mo raised his eyebrows.

Ye Zichen glanced at Hsing Huo.

The corner of her mouth had an almost imperceptible softness. "Really!? That brat knows how to threaten me too? "

"Eh, Young Master Cheng would definitely not dare to do so. It's just because the one month limit is up that I came down to remind you …"

Hsing Huo's forehead was covered in cold sweat.