Becoming Audacious After Marriage: Madam, Please Keep a Low Profile

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wenhao's cell phone rang.

Xing Ye's cold voice came from the other end of the phone, "You kid, you should stop if you know it. Don't forget, she is Li Beichen's woman."

Jiang Wenhao subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the auditorium.

Li Beichen was tall and straight, handsome, and dark, his eyes seemed to be turbulent.

Realizing that Jiang Wenhao was looking at him, his eyes were deeper, and the corner of his lips seemed to be slightly raised, and there seemed to be none, but Jiang Wenhao was terrified!

He returned from studying abroad this time because of Li Yangxi's intention, in order to make him familiar with the business in Yuzun.

After all, Jiang Wenhao is Li Guowei's grandson.

At that time, when Li Beiming is released from prison, he will help him and wait for an opportunity to suppress Li Beichen from the position of president.

Humph, Li Beichen, your good days are coming to an end!

But before he wasn't sure what position Li Beichen would give him, he really shouldn't go too far.

Trying to restrain the turbulent anger that was surging in his chest, Jiang Wenhao took another spit, and took the Lamborghini key and sat arrogantly in the driver's seat.

Start the engine and whistle to Shi Yuxuan in a frenzy, "Sister-in-law, I will play again next time if I have a chance."

After speaking, Lamborghini walked away.

After that, Xing Ye drove one77 and left.

Li Beichen stepped on his long legs and walked proudly in front of Shi Yuxuan, and said blankly: "Since the car has passed the race, it is time to go back. Time is running out."

Hearing what he said, Shi Yuxuan was slightly startled, Li Beichen saw the unpleasant happiness in his eyes.

Mrs. Li, really playful.

"Why, still have a match?" Li Beichen's eyes suddenly darkened, like an abyss, fearingly unable to see the slightest.

Yuxuan raised his head to look at the expensive man, and said lightly, "It's okay."

It's really okay, after all, almost no one can race her on the entire racing track.

Playing like this is much disappointing.

The night breeze was cool, blowing away her long hair, and a few strands of hair were attached to her cheeks, adding a touch of weakness to her.

Li Beichen's gaze fell on her slightly raised lips, and he moved away unhurriedly.

"Mr. Li, can you allow me to compete with Mrs. Li?" In the distance, a long and tall man, with his red lips pressed tightly, stepped forward, the waves in the bottom of his eyes filled with sullenness.

This voice?

Shi Yuxuan's heartbeat slowed by a beat, she turned around unexpectedly, and saw the man in front of her, her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise.

In the next instant, the stiff smile on his face disappeared.

His face was pale, his eyes were staring at him tightly, and his lips were pursed and pale.

After three years, he still hasn't changed at all.

He is dressed in a casual, loose-fitting black pullover sweater, showing dazzling and handsome male hormones. He has straight and slender legs under the lining of black guard trousers.

Li Beichen looked at Yuxuan's expression in his eyes, and frowned his thick black eyebrows extremely unhappily.

Why, she knows this man, and the relationship is very unusual?

Shi Yuxuan, as I said, you are not allowed to contact any man. Shouldn't you be deaf?

Li Beichen stretched out his hand, slightly hard, and pulled her down into his arms, with a strong arm around her waist, "I think you are a little uncomfortable, let's go back."

"Don't..." Yu Xuan coldly pushed away the arm that was confined to her waist, twitched the corner of her mouth, and smiled bitterly, "I want to compete with him."

The stimulation of the adrenal glands soaring while holding the steering wheel still remained in his hands.

She hasn't been so happy for a long time, but the games that she can easily win are nothing new to her.

For so long, only the man in front of her, she couldn't beat her.

Sheng Yilun, it's been three years, don't come here unharmed.