The almighty young lady is beautiful and explosive

Chapter 662 She Feels A Little Suspended
There was a strong dark light in Liang Feimo's eyes, which was fleeting.Soon, he noticed the words "Yuzhen Hotel" engraved on the decorative wall behind the girl.

In the next second, his pitch-black pupils shrank slightly, and then he touched the screen lightly with his fingers, saved the photo, and then got up, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Of course, Liang Feimo said this to Mrs. Liang.

Madam Liang raised her eyes and waved her hand, "Go and come back quickly."

Liang Feimo turned off the phone screen, turned and left the private room.

At the dining table, Xia Xi frowned slightly, holding chopsticks in her hands, as if she was eating food, but in fact she had been peeking at Liang Feimo just now.

When Liang Feimo held the phone and kept her eyes on the phone for a moment, she felt a little doubtful.

What is it that makes Liang Feimo look at it so attentively?
She thought about it for a while, and felt that the message on the phone must be a WeChat message.

Because before Liang Feimo picked up the phone, she heard the buzzing sound of the phone very carefully.

Who sent it?

Could it be a girl?

When Xia Xi realized that the other party might be a girl, her hand holding the chopsticks suddenly tightened a little.

The next second, she put down her chopsticks and said with a smile, "Sorry, Auntie, I also want to go to the bathroom."

Hearing this, Mrs. Liang blinked her eyes and suddenly thought of something, so she smiled and said, "Go."

Xia Xi nodded, "Auntie, eat slowly, I'll be right back." After finishing speaking, she got up and left.

It wasn't until Xia Xi's figure left that Mrs. Liang put down her chopsticks, picked up a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.

After taking a sip, she let out a sigh.

In fact, she knew that Xia Xi was interested in her son, but it was a pity that his son was a cold stone that couldn't be warmed.

To be honest, if Xia Xi can be more active and take down her son, then she won't have to deliberately create opportunities to match the two.

At this age, she naturally hopes to see her son get married as soon as possible.

When her son went out just now, Xia Xi immediately chased after him, she still prayed in her heart that Xia Xi would succeed.

However, the probability of this success, she felt a little hanging.

Her son doesn't have any thoughts about women. As a mother, she knows it all too well. Her son is not at all moved by a sexy and glamorous woman like Rao Shixin, let alone Xia Xi?

To be honest, when it comes to appearance and figure, Rao Shixin is the winner. Of course, Xia Xi is not bad, at least she is a beauty. Therefore, whether Xia Xi can win the heart of her son is up to her No confidence at all.

Thinking of this, she raised her hand to her forehead, with a hint of sadness on her face.

If the son has never been interested in women, is it possible that she will never see her son get married until she jumps into the coffin?
Ugh!
This is how to do?
On the other side, after Xia Xi left the private room, she looked up, and her eyes immediately caught the tall and cold body in the corridor.

Her eyes brightened, and then she quickened her pace to catch up.

In the corridor, Liang Feimo was holding the mobile phone in his hand, and his dark eagle-like eyes fell on every private room he passed.

There are only three private rooms in this corridor, and at the end there is a staircase, and after that, there is another corridor.

The waiters came in and out when delivering the food, and the situation inside the private room could be vaguely seen through the door.

Liang Feimo came out of the first private room, and when he passed the second private room, the waiter just came out to deliver the food. At that time, the door opened, and through those few seconds, everything in the private room could be seen at a glance.

The second private room is a group of middle-aged men without women.

After the waiter left with the tray, he walked to the door of the third private room. While staring at the door, he suddenly heard the sound of buckling high heels behind him, followed by a deliberately soft voice, " Not Mexico."

(End of this chapter)