The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

"Woman, I advise you to restrain your temper."

"It's none of your business to accept it or not."

"Oh, you have a strong temper." He let go of his hand holding her chin, and sat back on the sofa again, "Tell me, who are you?"

Xiao Chuchu was stunned for a moment, his chatting content was a bit strange.

She chatted with him without elegance, her words were extremely perfunctory, "People from Earth."

"Is there anyone else in the family?"

"Alone."

"Which university?"

"Check your account!"

"Don't tell me, I can find out."

"Go and check." Xiao Chuchu frowned, "You still have something to do, I'm going to sleep now."

"..."

Beichen Yuqing was displeased. From her conversation, she could feel her irritability. Was she just playing some kind of lustful trick if she didn't want to chat with him?

He squinted his pupils, and found that he couldn't see through Xiao Chuchu at all. In the past, those women could betray themselves with one look and one action, revealing their purpose, but she was confusing and bewitching.

The two then went back to their rooms.

Xiao Chuchu was about to lie down when the door knocked, and after she answered, the door opened.

The servant nodded respectfully and politely, "Miss, the young master asked me to inform you that we will leave the island at three o'clock in the morning."

Xiao Chuchu was a little stunned, she didn't react for a while, she didn't say to leave the island just now, but now to notify, it seems to be a temporary decision.

She nodded, "Okay."

Immediately afterwards, the servant didn't back down, and walked straight in and put down the hot milk in his hand, "Miss, the young master said that the island is cold at night, drink a cup of hot drink before resting."

Xiao Chuchu frowned, staring at the glass of milk on the bedside table, unable to think of what Beichen Yuqing meant.

Three in the morning.

A yacht with a strong classical aristocratic style is parked in the private port, with a length of about 230 feet and a helipad.

Impressively printed on the bow is the red gold iris totem of the Beichen Consortium.

The interior of the yacht is brilliantly lit up, floating on the sea like a shining pearl.

When Xiao Chuchu was awakened by the servant, she was still dazed and staring, thinking that she would continue to sleep after getting on the yacht, but she lost her sleepiness when the cool night wind blew by the coast.

She walked out after staying in the cabin for a while.

The yacht has a strong European court style, and the bulkheads on the top of the cabin are all elegant and rich carved murals.

The four corners of the charming living room are supported by gray and white tall Roman columns. The semi-enclosed hall is hung with hazy veils, and the breeze is blowing slowly.

Standing under the corner of the Roman column was a tall and strong bodyguard in uniform, with no expression on his face, and did not react when he saw her appear.

Passing through the living room, Xiao Chuchu came to the front deck, stood in front of the fence and looked at the sea level illuminated by the searchlight, feeling more chilled in her heart.

Su Mo's gentle and handsome face flashed in her mind, his big piercing eyes, and his warm and bright smile.

【Chuchu, I'm the one who understands everything about you. I'll be with you in the future. Lovely. 】

[Chuchu, I want to think about our future now. 】

[Chuchu, one day I will let you hold my hand and toast the guests. 】

After knowing each other for so many years, every sentence of his affectionate style really warmed her heart.

He is one of the few people who treats her most sincerely.

Now she is one of the few people who hurt her the most.

If you can't make those promises, why bother to say it? After winning her trust little by little and then leaving her behind, he really treats her as his rich young master's pastime.

Xiao Chuchu took a deep breath, moistening her eyes and turning red, her throat was choked, and a heavy breath of boredom was choked in her heart.

She is reluctant to let go of her youth, but more importantly, she is unhappy, such a person is not worthy of her nostalgia.

The yacht sets sail on the lonely night sea.

The thin clothes couldn't resist the cold autumn night, she hugged her arms and shivered, turned around and was about to go back to the cabin.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a handsome man in a suit on the upper deck.

He was standing on the railing of the upper deck, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other bony hand was shaking the wine glass.