The Queen of Gossip

"Do you mean Su Wanqing?" Mechelle straightened her clothes, smoothed her messy hair, and looked at the man.

Huang sneered coldly: "You don't deserve to call her by her name."

Deep hatred flashed across Mechelle's green pupils, and even her voice became sharper: "Why do all men talk to Su Wanqing? What's so good about her!"

Huang glanced at her coldly, the black eyes like spots of paint concealed the turbulent danger.

"You'd better watch your words, before you piss me off."

The man's coldness came from the bottom of his heart, Mechelle felt chills all over his body, and most of his anger was suppressed under the fear.

"who are you?"

"A person who can help you."

"Help what?"

"Help you get Luo Xichen."

"Why should I trust you?" Mechelle looked wary.

Huang narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Just because I am Su Wanqing's fiancé."

"Fiancé?" Mechelle frowned suspiciously, "Why have I never heard of Su Wanqing's fiancé?"

"Can't you?" Huang's voice was like ice scum, seeming displeased.

Mechelle felt as if she had been stung by a scorpion, and she didn't dare to say no.

"Yes, yes, of course." She replied hastily.

"My name is Akira Hoshino, and I want to bring Saori back to Japan."

"Saori?" Mechelle was confused, but as smart as she was, she quickly realized, "It's Su Wanqing's Japanese name."

Huang nodded and said, "Miss Mechelle, let's cooperate."

"How to cooperate?" She was terrified of the scumbag man in front of her.

There was a trace of cruelty in the obsidian-like eyes, the corners of the lips were slightly hooked, and he said slowly: "I want you to die."

"What did you say?!" Mechelle was startled, raising her voice a few pitches.

**.**.**.**.

Luo Xichen was driving a Bugatti Veyron, driving in the dimly lit night, when passing by the cake shop, he suddenly remembered what Qing said a few days ago.

"When I was young, I liked eating cakes, because life was not so good at that time, and my birthday could only be celebrated once a year, so I always looked forward to it."

He knew it wasn't her birthday, but she wanted to see her eating happily.

Thinking of this, Luo Xichen parked the car in front of the cake shop, bought more than a dozen different flavors of mousse cakes, put them in the car, and headed towards the beach house.

When she got home, Su Wanqing was waiting for her at home, leaning on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control, lazily changing channels, seemingly absent-minded.

The moment Su Wanqing saw Luo Xichen coming in, Su Wanqing immediately regained her spirits, stood up happily, stepped on Tiantian Cheesemao's cotton mop, ran up to him, stretched out her arms, and gave gave him a big hug.

"Honey, welcome home."

"fool."

A thousand kinds of glazed light reflected in the ice blue eyes, Luo Xichen lowered his head, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and pressed a kiss between her brows.

"I'm sorry, there's something wrong with the company, I'm late."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

Simple words, but it warmed his heart.There is a person who waits for himself to go home every day. He can hardly express this feeling in words. "Do you mean Su Wanqing?" Mechelle straightened her clothes, smoothed her messy hair, and looked at the man.

Huang sneered coldly: "You don't deserve to call her by her name."

Deep hatred flashed across Mechelle's green pupils, and even her voice became sharper: "Why do all men talk to Su Wanqing? What's so good about her!"

Huang glanced at her coldly, the black eyes like spots of paint concealed the turbulent danger.

"You'd better watch your words, before you piss me off."

The man's coldness came from the bottom of his heart, Mechelle felt chills all over his body, and most of his anger was suppressed under the fear.

"who are you?"

"A person who can help you."

"Help what?"

"Help you get Luo Xichen."

"Why should I trust you?" Mechelle looked wary.

Huang narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Just because I am Su Wanqing's fiancé."

"Fiancé?" Mechelle frowned suspiciously, "Why have I never heard of Su Wanqing's fiancé?"

"Can't you?" Huang's voice was like ice scum, seeming displeased.

Mechelle felt as if she had been stung by a scorpion, and she didn't dare to say no.

"Yes, yes, of course." She replied hastily.

"My name is Akira Hoshino, and I want to bring Saori back to Japan."

"Saori?" Mechelle was confused, but as smart as she was, she quickly realized, "It's Su Wanqing's Japanese name."

Huang nodded and said, "Miss Mechelle, let's cooperate."

"How to cooperate?" She was terrified of the scumbag man in front of her.

There was a trace of cruelty in the obsidian-like eyes, the corners of the lips were slightly hooked, and he said slowly: "I want you to die."

"What did you say?!" Mechelle was startled, raising her voice a few pitches.

**.**.**.**.

Luo Xichen was driving a Bugatti Veyron, driving in the dimly lit night, when passing by the cake shop, he suddenly remembered what Qing said a few days ago.

"When I was young, I liked eating cakes, because life was not so good at that time, and my birthday could only be celebrated once a year, so I always looked forward to it."

He knew it wasn't her birthday, but she wanted to see her eating happily.

Thinking of this, Luo Xichen parked the car in front of the cake shop, bought more than a dozen different flavors of mousse cakes, put them in the car, and headed towards the beach house.

When she got home, Su Wanqing was waiting for her at home, leaning on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control, lazily changing channels, seemingly absent-minded.

The moment Su Wanqing saw Luo Xichen coming in, Su Wanqing immediately regained her spirits, stood up happily, stepped on Tiantian Cheesemao's cotton mop, ran up to him, stretched out her arms, and gave gave him a big hug.

"Honey, welcome home."

"fool."

A thousand kinds of glazed light reflected in the ice blue eyes, Luo Xichen lowered his head, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and pressed a kiss between her brows.

"I'm sorry, there's something wrong with the company, I'm late."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

Simple words, but it warmed his heart.There is a person who waits for himself to go home every day. He can hardly express this feeling in words.