Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

Bai Yangyang raised his eyes, "These days, we are very aware of the developments in Huacheng. The situation is really bad. You are the only son of the previous king, and you are also a member of Huacheng. I will wait for you in the imperial capital."

The situation in Hwaseong is really serious, she is not the Virgin.

She was just worried, worried that he would regret it in the future, and didn't help.

Zhan Beixiao's Adam's apple rolled up and down: "We discussed this matter before——"

The answer is obvious.

He didn't want to interfere in Hwaseong's affairs, nor did he want to have anything to do with Hwaseong.

"Battle Lord."

Bai Yangyang stood up and walked in front of him with sincere eyes: "We all know that Huacheng is not a strange place to us. Father and mother are still there, and we have to protect what they left behind."

"I know you don't want me to worry, but I also don't want you to regret it later."

Zhan Beixiao's thoughts moved slightly: "Aren't you afraid that something will happen to me?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Bai Yangyang covered his mouth, and said several times: "It's impossible for you to have an accident. The children and I will wait for you to come back. You should do what you should do."

She took advantage of the situation and sat on his lap, saying earnestly: "I know you also care about Hwaseong, otherwise your emotions wouldn't be so ups and downs these days, and you shouldn't be confined to Zhanyuan."

It's hard for Zhan Beixiao to tell what his feelings for Huacheng are.

In the past few years, he hadn't even set foot in Hwaseong, and later he was forced to get involved in Hwaseong affairs.

His biological parents are all in Hwaseong.

Just like what Bai Yangyang said, he thought about making a move, fearing that when he was old, he would regret facing Fei Chong and his wife when he dreamed back in the middle of the night.

"husband."

Bai Yangyang held his face in his hands, poking at his weakness little by little: "Go to Hwaseong, and do what you should do."

Zhan Beixiao put his arms around her waist: "Let's eat first."

"The dinner is so sumptuous, how long have you been preparing it?"

Bai Yangyang refused and stared at him.

Zhan Beixiao has always been pampered, but this time he insisted: "Eat with me, be obedient."

Bai Yangyang puffed up her cheeks: "Okay."

Zhan Beixiao has a good appetite, and Bai Yangyang sits by the side, watching him feasting, unconsciously fascinated.

They have been together for eight years now, and he is the same as when he first met, arrogant and cold, like snow on a mountain.

But such a man should not be imprisoned in the small sky of the imperial capital.

After eating and drinking, Zhan Beixiao took Bai Yangyang upstairs.

Bai Yangyang struggled: "The table hasn't been cleared—"

"I will let the housekeeper come back to clean up. Your task now is to accompany me."

In the rare world of two, he didn't intend to let cleaning the kitchen take up any time.

Bai Yangyang choked up.

The night is hazy, shining in the bathroom, the temperature soars, and the love is lingering.

After a year, Zhan Beixiao once again taught Bai Yangyang what it meant to be sleepless all night.

toss and turns.

Like a drowning person, grasping the only life-saving straw, but always ups and downs.

Bai Yangyang's physical strength was not as good as before, and before he was halfway through, he was completely dead.

Zhan Beixiao had energy, tortured her little by little, coaxed her to say that he loved him, that he missed him, and said all kinds of bitter words, but he didn't let go of his strength at all.

Bai Yangyang was angry and annoyed, and scratched his face fiercely to vent his anger!
By the time everything was over, it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

Zhan Beixiao got up from the bed, took the pajamas aside, put them on, and left the bedroom.

Push open the door of the study.

He walked to the desk and took out a pack of cigarettes. Since he was with Bai Yangyang, he had hardly touched a cigarette.

This time, I couldn't help it.

He lit a cigarette, and the smell of nicotine poured into his nostrils, and he felt his throat inexplicably dry.

He took a puff of the cigarette, and the moment the smoke came out, it seemed that the layer of confinement placed on him was completely shattered.

After smoking a cigarette, he called Fei Li: "I only give myself a month. After one month, no matter what the result is, I will return to the imperial capital."

The implication is that he promised to help.

Fei Li couldn't hide his excitement: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Beixiao threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, got up, and went back to the bedroom.

After washing up, he glanced at the sleeping person on the bed.

He was determined to torment her last night, so until now, he is still not awake.

The first ray of sunlight fell through the curtains, and he walked to the bed and sat down.

After watching for a long time, I left.

The moment Bai Yangyang woke up, his lower body was numb.

Half of his body was crushed and numb, a feeling of being hollowed out came up belatedly.

She looked around, but didn't see Zhan Beixiao.

She lay on the bed for more than half an hour before she barely had the energy to get out of bed.

My legs are sore and weak, and I have no strength.

After washing up, I received a call from Qi Bei: "Madam, Mr. Zhan and I have already boarded the plane. Mr. Zhan said, let you have a good rest."

"He, is he okay?"

When Bai Yangyang opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse.

"Master Zhan is resting."

Qi Bei glanced at the man who had been sleeping since boarding the plane, a little puzzled.

Didn't you just wake up, why are you sleeping again now?

Master Zhan doesn't seem to be airsick either...

"understood."

Bai Yangyang knew from last night that he agreed, otherwise, he wouldn't have tormented her to death.

"Take good care of Lord Zhan, and tell me in time if there is any situation."

"Ok."

Bai Yangyang hung up the phone, looking at the suddenly vacant bedroom, feeling a little sad.

As soon as he left, she missed him.

The news of Zhan Beixiao's secret departure from the imperial capital did not spread, and Bai Yangyang did not mention it to anyone. He went to work as usual and drew design drafts.

Tang Wan'er, on the other hand, seemed to have a chance of winning, and spent a lot of money on marketing.

Marketing his beauty, talent, and the upcoming wedding dress competition, it seemed that the right to design had already fallen into his hands.

Ning Ning frowned: "The wedding dress competition has not started yet, but Tang Wan'er has started to dance?"

There really is her.

What's the point of humiliating yourself again and again?
Bai Yangyang flipped through the materials handed over by his agent, "Ye Chuiqing hasn't found it yet, maybe he can't find it."

The entire imperial capital has been checked, but there is no clue.

Ning Ning clicked his tongue: "I can't figure it out either... If you really can't find it, then you can only pray that we can win the design right at the wedding dress competition."

"If there are no accidents, it will definitely be won."

From the very beginning, Bo Qing wanted to ask her to design a wedding dress, and she was confident that she would win the wedding dress competition.