How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1138 Xia Huanxi Business Chapter 326 There is no need to force my studio to death, right?

Hou Teng slowly sat up straight, his gaze became deep and dark, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

It seemed that he was waiting for her to nod, and then rolled right here with her.

Xia Huan rested his chin on one hand, and his pretty face was lively: "Brother Hou, do you know what I know the most about Xishang during the ten years I have known him?"

Hou Teng didn't expect that she would suddenly mention the ex-husband of Yinhai Group, and his face gradually turned sour, and he stared at her without saying a word.

Xia Huan lowered his head and stroked the teacup with the tip of his index finger: "His sense of territory is extremely strong. Whenever he touches something, even if he doesn't want it, that thing can only sit quietly in a corner and rot away! But if someone else If you pick it up...then you might risk your life...do you dare to pick it up?"

Hou Teng seemed to be having difficulty breathing, and frowned and tugged at the tie: "There are some things, if you don't tell me, if I don't tell you, how will others know?"

"Oh, that's not necessarily..."

The same sentence was vividly imitated by Xia Huan in the same tone in just 3 minutes.

Hou Teng was slightly startled, and before she could realize the meaning of her words, the woman got up and left.

The box door opened and then slowly closed.

In the few seconds when it was slowly closed, Hou Teng's face turned from white to red, and then quickly turned pale, and fine beads of sweat permeated his forehead in the blink of an eye.

A few steps away, the door to the van was left open.

The elegant and well-dressed man has long legs gracefully overlapping, and he is pouring tea for himself slowly, with slender fingers, and the light is white, casting a dark shadow on his profiled profile.

It is so noble and elegant, and it seems to be sacrificed with many bones.

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A red umbrella can cover the rain that is falling all over the sky, but it cannot cover the mud splashed under the feet.

When Xia Huan went downstairs, she bought a popsicle by the way, and leaned against the car to eat the popsicle while admiring the cool city in midsummer.

After not returning for three years, this place seems to have become extremely strange, but looking up, it seems that nothing has changed, everything remains the same.

Across the tall buildings, in the distance, the words 'Xia's Group' with bright lights came into view.

She frowned and stared so intently that she didn't realize that the person she was waiting for had appeared behind her.

Probably because she disliked her for being too short, the umbrella was quickly taken over by the man. Before wiping the umbrella above her head, it was twenty centimeters taller in the blink of an eye.

Xia Huan clearly felt the warmth from the man's fingertips touching the back of his hand.

She put her hands in her pockets and concentrated on eating the popsicles: "Mr. Xi, it's good to be a couple. I'll give you everything you want. There's no need to force my studio to death, right?"

Before she left, the studio had already been run on a small scale. Even if they left, with their popularity at the time, even if they didn't climb up, they shouldn't be reduced to the point where they are almost hidden now.

It is not that there is no one behind Chen Guang. If even that person can't save the studio, one can imagine how powerful the people behind them are.

After thinking about it, there was no one else but him.

The man lowered his head and saw her long and curled eyelashes from top to bottom. When he opened his mouth, it was another topic: "Is it delicious?"

Xia Huan paused for a second before following his brain circuit.

He generously broke off half of it and handed it to him.

He took it as expected, without even saying thank you, just took a bite generously, his brows slightly raised, as if he was very satisfied with the taste.

(End of this chapter)