How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1145 Xia Huanxi Business Chapter 333 There is nothing important in the future, so don't come to my house
"Not answering my call?"

Behind him, a woman's slightly playful voice suddenly came, which stirred the man's tense nerves.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and within a few seconds, she appeared in front of him so pretty and out of thin air.

Chu Ci choked for breath: "Xia Huan..."

Xia Huan didn't seem to notice his gloomy mood, and said to himself: "It was agreed that I succeeded in treating guests, but you sneaked away by yourself? Why? Are you afraid that I won't be able to invite you?"

Chu Ci quickly lowered his eyelashes, and when he looked at her again, some strange emotions in his eyes had disappeared: "No, I... just..."

He rarely lied, so that it was only for a long time, and he didn't just come up with a reason.

Xia Huan grabbed the sleeve of the suit jacket in his hand, turned around and looked: "Well, when is a new barbecue restaurant opened here? Have a barbecue?"

Chu Ci's thin lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but her eyes fell on her delicate side face, and she remained silent after all.

Just separated by a suit jacket, she was led in.

……

West House.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw the matte black Lamborghini driving in from a distance, and the woman who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly ordered the maid to help bring the hot food to the table.

When the man pushed the door open, she had already prepared his slippers.

Smelling the strong smell of wine on his body, she couldn't help muttering: "Why did you drink so much wine? Be careful that you hurt yourself. Mom is going to prepare you a cup of hangover tea. You should eat something quickly."

The man's sharp-edged side face was covered with a cool breath, and even his voice was flat and without warmth: "No need."

Probably still caring about the past, he was usually indifferent to her, and never even asked her to move into the West Residence, but he rarely showed such a strong sense of rejection.

Cao Qi was a little embarrassed, he threw his hands in front of him at a loss, and asked cautiously: "Ah Shang, did someone make you unhappy?"

Before the question was finished, the man had already passed her indifferently.

I only asked the maid if the eldest lady was asleep in the middle, and the maid nodded and said she was asleep, so she didn't stop and went straight upstairs.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The maids in the room had to bow their heads silently and do what they should do.

……

After knocking several times in a row, there was no response, so the person outside opened the door on his own initiative.

The light in the bedroom was on, and there was the sound of water in the bathroom.

She put the food on the table, bent down to pick up the clothes one by one, thought for a while, went to the cloakroom and took out the pajamas, stacked them neatly and put them on the bed.

When Xishang came out of the shower, she was sitting at the table, looking at him with fear and flattery: "Ah Shang, should you eat something? Look at you, you've lost weight again."

The short black hair was brushed half dry, which complemented the man's fair complexion and coldness, which was quite different from the gentle and modest nobleman who appeared in the news media on weekdays.

He didn't look at her, and his voice was so flat that he couldn't hear any emotion: "There is nothing important in the future, so don't come to my house."

The barely maintained curvature of Cao Qi's face froze.

This is the first time that he has drawn a clear boundary with her in such a straightforward and unreserved manner.

In the past few years when she came back, although he provided her with a high-end apartment, and the money he gave was enough for her to squander, that was all there was to it. Even if they had a meal together once in a while, they remained silent as if they were completing a task.

(End of this chapter)