The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Then there was silence for several seconds.

Although he had already guessed it, when he heard the answer with his own ears, Ye Yuchen's heart still seemed to be turbulent, and his force was so strong that he seemed to hold the phone into shape.

"I see." His throat tightened. "Come here now."

When the voice fell, Ye Yuchen hung up the phone.

Holding the steering wheel in one hand, he looked down at the name on the phone screen and the familiar series of numbers.

Qing Qing, Mu Wan Qing.

The name was deeply imprinted in his heart, making Ye Yuchen stunned for a moment, as if Mu Wanqing's charming little face could appear in front of him at this moment...

"Qingqin, you have to wait for me."

Ye Yuchen took a deep breath, put down the phone, and was about to continue to drive towards Ancheng Hospital. He slammed on the accelerator without hesitation.

But as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw two large trucks coming from different directions, ramming and ramming at him retrogradely.

"squeak--"

Ye Yuchen suddenly slammed the steering wheel, making a roundabout, and the front of the car hit the tree beside the road hard.

The **** breath instantly diffused...

At this moment, Ancheng International Airport.

A private plane landed on the empty tarmac, accompanied by bursts of harsh roar, magnificent.

The priest lay languidly in the cabin. He stretched out his slender and white fingers, and slightly moved his sunglasses down. The corners of his eyes were lightly raised, and the corners of his lips were smiling.

"Yes, young master."

Ives bowed slightly, he spoke extremely fluent and pleasant English, and faced the priest respectfully.

Hearing that, the priest took off his sunglasses and hung it on his chest, then stood up on the armrests on both sides, and walked off the plane slowly, calmly but more expensive.

"Little Lord!"

In front of the airport reception hall, two rows of black-clothed men bowed to the priest together, their greetings were extremely powerful and deafening.

The priest nodded slightly, "Yes."

He was wearing a long burgundy woolen coat with a high-necked white woolen sweater inside, like a noble vampire, with a cold and charming breath.

"Young Master, where are you going first?"

Ives followed the priest, carefully consulting his plan, "Miss Xuexin's side, or..."

"Hush—"

The priest stopped suddenly, he glanced back at Ives, and put his finger against his red lips.

He smiled deeply, like a bloodthirsty demon, "Don't mention this woman's name to me again."

She has not much use value.

"Then, the information she provided to you about Mu Wanqing..."

The priest withdrew his hand, slipped into the pocket of his coat, and sneered, "Do you think that I want information about Mu Wanqing, do you really need this woman to check it for me?"

In this world, only Ye Yuchen and Gong Lichuan are qualified to be enemies, and Mu Wanqing... It's just a little woman, it doesn't matter.

"I understand." Ives pursed his lips.

There was an obscure expression across his eyes, and he continued to walk behind the priest, not daring to take a breath.

After a long time, the priest said leisurely, "Go back to the Si's house."

Ives hurriedly followed behind him and got into a huge luxury convoy. When he encountered the scene of a car accident, he caught the priest's red lips lightly and smiled charmingly.

"I hope that the gift I gave to Ye Yuchen, he and his little girlfriend will like it."

The priest snorted, and the convoy detoured away...