Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 232 This should be... This conversation with you lasted from the sunset to the dead of night.

The servants outside the hall didn't know what happened inside, they just left in a hurry when they saw the man who came in a few hours later.

He answered the phone with a cold and gloomy expression, "What did you say?"

"Sir, Miss Duan has really left."

"I said to press her resignation first."

Zhou Yicheng said helplessly on the other end of the phone: "Sir, Miss Duan's resignation has not been approved."

The man's steps down the stairs stopped suddenly.

The tall and straight figure stood in the night wind, and the water droplets from the fountain were blown by the wind and splashed on his shirt, quickly soaking a corner, but he didn't notice it.

——Yes, she wants to keep her jokes, so why does she need other people's consent?

I'm afraid she just threw her resignation letter in front of the HR manager, turned around and left?

The man's clear and handsome eyebrows gradually became a bit frighteningly indifferent and sullen, and he said in a deep voice, "Where did she go?"

Zhou Yicheng replied truthfully: "Miss Duan booked a flight to Los Angeles."

The corners of the man's eyes tightened slightly, and his long and narrow black eyes were full of condensation. He silently calculated the time needed to solve other matters in his heart, and said to Zhou Yicheng: "Help me book a plane ticket in a week's time, direct from Rome Fly to Los Angeles."

The voice was already unbearably cold.

Duan You, do you only know how to run?

The man tried his best to calm down the anger that was burning his entire chest, and his five fingers with distinct joints were clenched tightly, with such strength that every inch of his joints turned white.

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As soon as Duan Zipei returned to the United States, he became a busy person. After being taken away by his agent, he didn't even see him for several days.

When Duan Zijin had nothing to do, he settled down alone in the house arranged for him by the brokerage company, but he always felt empty in his heart, as if he was vaguely worried about something.

Maybe it's because the life is too leisurely and comfortable, people are always easy to think about it...

On the fourth day after returning to Los Angeles, Duan Zijin unexpectedly received a call from Mi Lan.

At that time, she was wearing a small chiffon shawl and lying outside the swimming pool of the villa basking in the sun, while the temporarily hired nanny washed a plate of purple-red cherries and put them in the glass plate by her hand. The water was crystal clear, Reflecting the sleepy afternoon sun, there is an indescribable laziness.

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone. The nanny only saw the woman who was still lying on the sun lounger and quickly sat up with support. The light gauze slipped from her shoulders. He asked calmly: "What? Now? Have you arrived?"

As she spoke, she stepped on the chair and walked into the house with neatly arranged slippers, frowning: "You, you wait for me...I'll go over right now."

It is not far from here to Los Angeles Airport, Duan Zijin picked up the car from the garage, and asked the driver to take her to the airport.

From a distance, I saw a woman holding a suitcase with one hand standing on the pick-up passageway full of traffic outside the airport.

It's one thing to hear it on the phone, quite another to see it in person.

Duan Zijin still couldn't wake up from the shock. She said to the uncle driver in fluent English that she had lived in the United States for six years: "I saw my friend, over there. I'll go down and bring her over. You wait here." .”

After speaking, he took his mobile phone and walked over there.

When I saw Mi Lan again, her long black hair like a waterfall had been cut into neat short hair, and it was also thinned a lot. There was a faint mist floating in her almond eyes, which were no longer as clear as before. His skin is a beautiful ivory white, and when the sun shines, it looks clean and sick.

Of course Duan Zijin knew where this sickness came from.

She had just lost her baby less than half a month ago.

"Why did you come here?" Duan Zijin reached out to pull her suitcase.

Mi Lan pressed her hand, "Let me do it, you are pregnant now, so don't do anything."

Seeing that she was determined to persist, Duan Zijin didn't compete with her any more, but just looked at her, frowning tightly.

Mi Lan knew what she was thinking, she smiled slightly, she was uncharacteristically quiet and gentle, "I wanted to go around, so I came out."

Duan Zijin led her to the parking lot, and asked as she walked, "He let you out alone?"

Who "he" is is self-evident.

Mi Lan didn't stop in her footsteps, and there was no change on her face, "No, he doesn't know I'm in Los Angeles."

"What?" Duan Zijin stopped abruptly and looked at her in surprise.

"I booked two tickets, one to Amsterdam." Miran said, "I told him that I want to go out for a walk, but I don't want to be with him."

Duan Zijin was silent for a moment, sorting out the context, "So you showed him the ticket to Amsterdam?"

"Well, he arranged for someone to wait for me in Amsterdam."

Duan Zijin looked at her flying short hair, feeling like a thorn in his throat for a moment.

How did the former Mi Lan know this kind of method of repairing the plank road in the dark?

However, it is self-evident what kind of blow it is to a mother to lose a child.

Encountered too much, people always have to learn to protect themselves.

Duan Zijin was silently thinking about whether to send a message to Fu Yan.

What would Fu San do if the person waiting to pick him up in Amsterdam didn't see Mi Lan?

She couldn't even think about it.

"If you don't bother me, can I live here for a while?" Mi Lan asked.

Duan Zijin opened the car door for her, and the driver immediately got off the driver's seat and put the luggage in the trunk.

After getting in the car, Duan Zijin gave her a blank look, "If I say no, will you leave now?"

Mi Lan smiled quietly, as if thinking seriously for a few seconds, "If it really bothers you..."

Duan Zijin frowned, the Mi Lan in her memory was polite, but far from being so alienated and unable to take jokes.

She had an inexplicable feeling in her heart, so she hurriedly stopped the topic, "What nonsense are you talking about? You live here for as long as you want. If you want to go around, I'll take you there, or Help you connect with my other friends in America."

Mi Lan still had that calm and indifferent smile, "Okay, thank you."

She stayed at Duan Zijin's house like this, and the two of them occasionally went shopping and watched movies. After two or three days, Mi Lan was no longer as reserved as when she first arrived, but she still kept her mouth shut about her own affairs.

Duan Zijin couldn't open her mouth to ask about her child, but she found that every time Fu Yan was mentioned, a depressive coldness would slowly grow in her eyes.

Duan Zijin has met all kinds of people, and she knows very well that the look in Mi Lan's eyes is hatred.

This realization startled her secretly.

After all, Fu Yan is not like Shao Yucheng, who has everything written on his face, it is impossible for Duan Zijin to know anything from him, and Mi Lan has nothing to say.She had no way of knowing where the hatred in Mi Lan's heart came from.

On the afternoon of the third day, after lunch, the two wandered the streets of Los Angeles and saw an ice cream shop that looked very chic.

Women have never been resistant to such sweet and greasy things, let alone both of them are too bitter, Duan Zi poked at Mi Lan, poked at the colorful ice cream in the glass window, "Would you like to go in and try it? "

Mi Lan had no objection, and smiled meekly: "Okay."

As soon as they entered, a black private car stopped outside the store.

The lines of the body are smooth and majestic, the black paint is so polished that it can be seen clearly, and the whole car is full of preciousness.

The man opened the car door and came down. Junrong was expressionless, extremely indifferent, even the hot air outside the car was instantly condensed into frost by his aura.

He slightly lifted his dark jade eyes, glanced at the signboard of the ice cream shop, and said coldly: "Yu Song, invite all irrelevant people out."

The co-pilot who got on and off immediately nodded, "Yes, sir."

As soon as Duan Zijin and Mi Lan finished ordering, they realized that the atmosphere in the store was not quite right.The waiter who was standing at the front desk just now took the money and refunded the money to the customers in the store one by one, and explained something in a low voice. The customers either took the money casually or unhappy, and left one after another.

Look out the window again...

Not only this store, it should be said that the atmosphere of this half of the street is not quite right.

Outside the window, dozens of bodyguards stood in a row with their hands cut behind their backs.

Mi Lan frowned, looking at the scene outside the store, her heart was pounding.

They waited a long time for a waiter to refund them or explain anything to them.

Duan Zijin bit the spoon, he could only see a few SUVs parked outside the store one by one, guessed in a low voice, "Could it be that Fu Yan came here?"

It's no wonder she had such thoughts, since the last time she saw his decadent face in Jiang Lin's office, Duan Zijin deeply felt that Mi Lan was definitely not easy in his heart.The person who was supposed to get off the plane in Amsterdam disappeared for seven days without any reason. It is not surprising that Mr. Fu found here.

After hearing her words, Mi Lan's face froze, and she looked straight at the store door behind Duan Zijin.

When she saw the door being pushed open with her own eyes, her expression suddenly became a little awkward, and she coughed lightly: "Zijin, this should... be for you."