Chapter 32: The Guardian of the Mysterious Man

Director Liu's hurried voice floated on the phone, "Mr. Chang, when are you coming, it's almost time." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeใ€‚ infoโ€

Chang Minxiao glanced at the direction of the toilet, lightly pointed at the earpiece, and moved her lips, "I have something here, you are fully responsible." โ€

"What do you mean, aren't you coming?" The environment on the other end of the radio wave gradually changed from noisy to quiet, Director Liu moved his position, and then there was the sound of Da footsteps, "I can't help it, not to mention that my level is not enough, the American side is Jerry himself in charge." Mr. Chang, you have a big event, and you have to come over, brothers have been preparing for this project for a year. The more Director Liu spoke, the more excited he became, and beads of sweat instantly appeared from his forehead, and he couldn't wait to follow the phone to Chang Minxiao and catch him. But the other end of the phone fell silent......

"Mr. Chang, you speak, Mr. Chang!"

Chang Minxiao held the phone to her ear and sighed lightly, "I know." โ€

"Got it? So are you coming or not coming, Mr. Chang, Mr. Chang ......"

Director Liu was anxiously pacing back and forth, but there was a hang-up sound on his phone.

Once, there was nothing that would be more important than work in Chang Minxiao's heart, but at this moment, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't leave the delicate girl.

The door of the toilet was opened from the inside out, Director Liu spoke loudly, Chang Minxiao stood at the door again, their conversation, the warmth in the toilet was heard clearly.

"Mr. Chang, I can watch it alone, I don't have time, you go to the airport quickly." Tiredness was written in his warm eyes, but he still squeezed out a smile, "I'll be fine when I sleep, every month, even if you accompany me, it's the same." โ€

Having said that, Chang Minxiao's heart still sank, and the decision of whether to leave the room was much more difficult than finalizing an acquisition, "Can you really do it?" Chang Minxiao helped Nuan Wen back to the bed and lay down, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the warm and pale tired face uneasily.

"It's really okay, I'll be alive tomorrow, you can go." Warmly urged, he gently touched Chang Minxiao's arm.

"I'll let Zhu Xiaomei come over to accompany you."

The warm frowning eyebrows gradually stretched, and the corners of the mouth hooked slightly, "Okay." โ€

It wasn't until she heard Chang Minxiao close the door of the presidential suite that Wen Wen put away her reluctant smile. The effect of the painkillers began to work, the pain in the lower abdomen was relieved, the drowsiness hit, and the warmth fell into a deep sleep.

In her sleep, she faintly felt that someone walked into her room, gently stroked her forehead, wiped her sweat, and helped her cover the quilt.

The discomfort in the lower abdomen, coupled with the exhaustion of the body, the warm eyelids seemed to be pressed by a stone, and they couldn't lift it up, "Is it Xiaomei?" Warm and indistinct muttered, the other party did not answer, and fell asleep again.

Nuan had a long, long dream, in which there was a mother and a father, and they were flying kites in the park, hiding, singing and dancing......

I don't know how long I slept, my mouth felt very dry, my throat was hot, and I raised my eyelids slightly with the dazy warmth, the lights in the room had been turned off, and I could only faintly see a person sitting on the sofa at the door, reading a book by the light of the floor lamp.

"Xiaomei, can you pour me a glass of water?" Warm closed her eyes again, maybe she tossed too hard during the day, she felt that she had no strength in her whole body, and just wanted to sleep.

In the haze, the man lifted her up and held her in his arms, and the warm water slowly moistened her lips and flowed into her mouth, washing away the heat in her throat.

The first rays of morning light shone along the gap between the curtains and onto the warm bedside. Wen Wen frowned slightly, turned over lazily, and did not open his eyes.

A pair of slender arms drew the curtains again, and the light was blocked out of the window, so that they could no longer disturb the sleeping people in the bed.

The phone called Dingdong, it was a warm office phone, and the man sat down, glanced at the caller ID on the screen, and hung up. Holding the mobile phone in his hand, he gently looked at the warmth of the roll on the bed, hesitated for a moment, turned the mobile phone that had been turned off again, turned out the caller number in the address book, rearranged the last four digits, and then blocked the correct number stored in the office mobile phone before, and deleted the call record.

The door to the presidential suite opens from the inside and closes softly. The footsteps disappeared at the end of the hallway, and only a warm person lay in the empty suite.

Wen Wen tugged at the quilt and stretched out an arm from the quilt in a daze, looking for his mobile phone, wanting to see the time.

Eight! I slept so late. Today I have been fully revived, and although I can't exercise vigorously yet, I don't feel pain at all. Warm up your clothes, sit on the edge of the bed and step on slippers.

"Xiaomei?" For a long time, no one answered.

Why is there no one, warm and strange, obviously I still felt someone touching her forehead just now, is it gone?

Nuan flipped out Zhu Xiaomei's mobile phone number and tapped the call button, "The phone you dialed has been turned off, please dial it again later." โ€

Shutdown? In the vague impression, it seems that Xiaomei hasn't slept all night, and has been guarding herself, maybe it's turned off and rested. Wen Wen didn't think much about it, just cleaned up, and left the presidential suite to check out on the first floor.

"Hello Miss Wen, Mr. Chang has explained that you will be waiting for him in the presidential suite." The hotel front desk was polite with a sweet logo smile.

"Did he say when he was back?" Warm the heart hesitation.

"We don't know Chang Zong's itinerary, but please wait with peace of mind, your meals will be delivered to the presidential suite on time, and you need to notify us of any phone call." The staff of the hotel are professionally trained, standard service process, impeccable Q&A dialogue, but the guest in front of him, different from others, this is the first woman brought by the big boss Chang Minxiao, and it was personally brought in, the relationship can be imagined, not only is the job not only gone, but also may not be able to stay in Jiangcheng.

"I won't wait for him, if Mr. Chang asks, I'll say I'll go home first." Hooked the corners of his mouth warmly and politely, and left the front desk.

Why should a person live in a hotel, even if Haixiang's property does not have to pay, but it is a waste of resources, it is the same to live at home, the state is good, and you can go to work in the afternoon. Wen Wen thought to herself, didn't pay attention to the hurried expression of the front desk lady behind her, and went straight to the taxi waiting at the door.

Jiang Xue was holding a brown file bag in her hand, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she hooked up a charming arc, which was the fierce material that the private detective had just handed over to her in the morning.

Now it's interesting! Jiang Xue whispered, looking at the bustling crowd outside the car window, her eyebrows raised slightly, and her slender fingers rose and fell on the file bag.

With a sly look in his eyes, he pulled out his phone and expertly typed in a row of text.

"Brother Han, Xiaoxue has something good to show you, see you at Manfei Coffee at 12 noon." A smile is attached to the corner of her mouth, and with a slight click, the message is successfully sent.

Ding-dong, an unread text message.

"Okay."