Vampire: Poppy's Dessert

Chapter 11



Chu Yan had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and dial the number on his business card.


busy.


Continue to dial.


Keep busy.


Continue to dial.


keep busy...


"I advise you, don't waste your time. The president changes women every night. You are not his type." The front desk lady sneered, "Remember to wear less next time."


Chuyan remained silent, persistently pressed the number, and got connected after 10 minutes.


There was a strange woman's voice over there, more formal than the counter lady, "Hello, I'm the assistant to the president Leng, the president is in a meeting now, I can convey something for you."


"Hello, I want to ask if Leng Yumo is 800 years old."


The other party was silent for a full minute, "How old is Miss?"


Chu Yan didn't know if she was joking, so he answered truthfully, "602 years old."


She didn't expect much hope from this stranger. At worst, she pried open the door of the coffee shop at night and dug three feet to find clues. Grandma said that if she found her jewelry box, she would find grandpa.


Chuyan remembers that the jewelry box was made by my grandfather himself. It was made of sterling silver, inlaid with exquisite enamel patterns and fine red diamonds. The length, width and height are 40cm, but what can it contain?

After a while, the woman's voice came again, "The president hopes that you can come up to meet me, and I will greet the front desk."


Under Chu Yan's cold stare, the front desk lady picked up the phone call from the president's assistant, smiled politely, and personally sent Chu Yan to the elevator.


The elevator door dinged to cover up the cursing of the front desk lady, "Unexpectedly, the worst-dressed man can go up. Men are all scumbags, and they have a different taste every day!"


Chu Yan habitually checks the wiretapping and surveillance devices in the elevator, and the elevator does not open until it reaches the top floor.


The woman who answered the phone stood at the door, with blue eyes, a cold and white face, and a straight suit and short skirt, like a cold sculpture.


When Chu Yan stepped out of the elevator, he obviously felt that the atmosphere was not right. The other party was unreasonably quiet, and... silent, the cold murderous aura was slowly turbulent, and the whole corridor was filled with a piercing chill.


"Ava, let her come here!"


A handsome oriental man stood at the end of the corridor, with half-length black hair that was not short and stylish yet dignified, iron gray trousers and white shirt, an oval handsome face, no smile, and indifferent eyes, he looked at the beginning without a trace He said pickily, "I didn't expect 601 years old to be so young, and, moreover, such a... so indifferent beauty."


Chu Yan remained calm, and passed the woman named Ava sideways without any relaxation.


Despite Ava's gorgeous makeup, Chu Yan still recognized that she was a breathless vampire.


"Don't worry, Ava is just not used to having women come to me. She is my half-sister who was transformed into a vampire 300 years ago." Leng Yumo introduced herself, "I am Leng Yumo, are you ..."


Chu Yan didn't want to tell him his name, and he didn't trust strangers, let alone people with no warmth in their eyes, so he just asked, "Do you know Mr. Leng Yindong?"

(End of this chapter)