Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 274 Spare Tire (3)

Now the servants are in a dilemma, offending anyone is a dead end.

"Are you all blind? Such a big man can't see when he walks out?" Beiming Haoting roared and raised his foot to kick the servant. The servant fell to one side unsteadily, and hit the ground with his drooping head. Bright red blood oozes from the broken forehead.

Yan Chuyan watched the situation outside from the room, shocking.

She hurt the servant again, and her conscience ached!

But that selfishness was constantly at work, like a devil's hand tightly wrapped around her body, preventing her from leaving here.

What would happen if she went out now?
She bit her lips tightly and imagined that Beiming Haoting would be afraid that she would run away, and then took out the diamond-encrusted chain from before to tie her tightly in the castle, and let him bully her like a pet.

Do not!
Absolutely not!
Yan Chuyan's eyes were in a trance, her unfocused eyes fell on the peephole of the door, and she stopped looking at the situation outside.

Out of sight is pure.

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The servants were kicked one by one until their heads were bleeding, their mouths were still tightly closed, airtight.

The heavy punishment that Yan Chuyan said was more terrible than the current bloodshed. They would rather bear this bit of physical pain than reveal Yan Chuyan's hiding place.

Beiming Haoting was furious, his cold blue eyes looked like James, and his voice was low: "Go to Xiao's house!"

This time, he didn't deliberately raise his voice to tell Yan Chuyan, but really went to Xiao Yixun to settle the score!
Dare to step in their feelings? !Life is too comfortable and boring?
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Beiming Haoting left imposingly, followed by a group of black-clothed bodyguards, who got into luxury cars and drove out of the manor.

Half an hour later, when everything in the castle returned to calm and after confirming that Beiming Haoting had really left, Yan Chuyan opened the door and walked out cautiously.

The servants gave Yan Chuyan a look of resentment, and staggered back to the servant's room to treat the wound.

"Where did Beiming Haoting go?" Yan Chuyan grabbed a servant and asked, she only saw Beiming Haoting leading James out of the castle from the peephole of the door, and she didn't know where he was going.

Although he had a certain idea in his mind that he was probably going to find Xiao Yixun to vent his anger, but he couldn't help but want to confirm it from the servant.

"Go...to find Ms. Kong, Mr. Bei Ming said, there are many women in this world who want to rush into his arms, and there is no shortage of you. Ms. Kong is pregnant with a child, and Mr. has gone to pick her up." The servant looked Yan Chuyan was not pleasing to the eye, and without blushing or panting, she made up a lie to fool her.

She was beaten to the point of bleeding by Beiming Haoting, and the culprit was Yan Chuyan, and she would feel uncomfortable if she didn't die.

After speaking, the servant covered the wound on his forehead, turned and left.

Yan Chuyan's heart sank, and her chest felt tight.

This demon boy actually went to look for Kong Xinyao, he still cares about the baby, is that right?
Yan Chuyan couldn't help raising her footsteps and walking slowly to the gate of the castle, looking at the desolate scene in the front yard, dotted with blue enchantresses who didn't fit the occasion, winter should have the desolation and silence of winter, Beiming Hao Ting preferred Fresh clusters of flowers were brought back from the southern hemisphere to adorn the castles of the depression.

Just like she is not suitable to stay here, Beiming Haoting wants to restrain her footsteps.

Raising her wrist to check the time, Yan Chuyan went back to her bedroom to take a bath, changed into a formal suit, and returned to SK Group.

CEO's office--

"President, tomorrow will be the shooting ceremony for the new clothing advertisement, are you interested in participating?" Zhu Erhuo asked in a businesslike manner while standing in front of the president's desk with a folder in his hand.

(End of this chapter)