Chapter 44： Let any man throw away his armor (1/2)

Li Beixun still remembered that he was in a meeting. Hearing her aggrieved and reluctant tone, he put the Emgrand executives aside and answered her call.

It is not so easy to deny.

”...No, no need! Okay, I admit that I forgot my password!” Shi Qing didn't say much when she was caught in a painful foot.

She didn't deliberately forget, but never remembered it before.

”Sit down, the banquet is about to begin.” Li Beixun retracted his gaze and reminded lightly.

Shi Qing blinked, not quite sure why his face became more and more cold.

Even, that Zhang Jun's face seems to have been covered with a deep chill...

Is he angry? But, what is it? Shi Qing didn't understand at all.

They have to cooperate with the acting tonight, in case those people discover his wound...

Thinking of this, she lowered her voice and said softly, ”Are you angry? Can you tell me why?”

Li Beixun lowered his eyes, a trace of complex emotions that were difficult to capture in his pupils, ”They are coming soon, sit down.”

they? Shi Qing glanced at the entrance of the banquet hall, and suddenly understood.

That Sister Zhuang Ling'er was still standing there tenderly, her eyes filled with water like a thousand words, she could rub everyone's heart.

Li Beixun regrets this, right? Shouldn't you bring her here and prevent him from finding a female partner?

A man's heart is really a sea needle.

It is elusive and unpredictable.

Shi Qing leaned over very sensibly, ”Or, should I sit in another place? Let Sister Zhuang sit here, right?”

She was very loud, discussing with him, with a gesture that everything depends on you.

In this way, he shouldn't be angry, right?

After that, Shi Qing got up and decided to give up her seat.

The wrist was suddenly caught, and the whole person was pulled by him——

Shi Qing sat directly on Li Beixun's body.

Unexpectedly, he met his ice-quenched eyes, ”Since you don't like sitting in that position, then sit here.”

Obviously his words are still faint, but that cold tone... can freeze her stiff.

Sit, sit on his lap? This is a banquet, and there are so many people...

”Not willing? Then change your posture.”

Li Beixun braced her long arms and easily turned her around, letting her face him alone, trapping her between the dining table and his chest.

”...”

Now, Shi Qing couldn't even get up.

The hem of the skirt was picked up accidentally during the pulling of the cart, and the pink buttocks were directly attached to his strong thighs.

His frightening body temperature hit her delicate skin in waves through the trousers.

The strength and body temperature of the man rushed through her body like magma, scorching and piping hot, not to be ignored...

She was so stiff that she did not dare to move at all.

However, Li Beixun looked as usual, and he already spoke, ”All are seated.”

”Yes Yes.”

Those people came over and took the other positions.

When they came, they didn't prepare Shi Qing's position, and now she was sitting on Li Beixun, which avoided the embarrassment of temporarily adding a seat.

Li Zhenguo pushed Zhuang Linger.

The latter immediately stepped forward and sat down where Shi Qing was before, ”Master Li, if you have any needs, you can call me at any time.”

This soft Li Ye made the other men present all look at it.

Only Li Beixun didn't hear it, ”Let's serve it.”

Zhuang Ling'er was ignored for the second time, but he was more at ease than just now, and automatically regarded this sentence as being for her, and raised his hand to the waiter, ”Serve the food.”

”Yes.”

The French feasts are served one by one in order.

Li Beixun hadn't started yet, and the others didn't even dare to move.

Obviously they are all elders, so they are so restrained in front of this junior.

There is no way, the Li family has strict house rules, the head of the family is the big one, and then the elders are the respect.

Although Li Beixun has not formally taken the position of the head of the family, the fact that he is the heir is hard to change.

The waiter brought the pre-dinner soup.

Li Beixun picked it up and sent it to Shi Qing's mouth, without words.

The look was very oppressive, asking her to drink it.

Shi Qing had no choice but to bow her head obediently and take a sip.

It is creamy mushroom soup.

Li Beixun put down the bowl, his eyes still on her pink lips.

There was a layer of white and tender cream on it, and she couldn't wipe it off.

There was ink flowing in his eyes, he squinted his eyes, then stretched out his hand and rubbed his thumb across her lips.

The movements are soft but unpleasant, as if they are tracing the shape of her lips, but the warm touch cannot be ignored.

This... This person's eyes and movements are so gentle, it makes her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Shi Qing's heart suddenly jumped, and she subconsciously leaned aside.

His thumb ran across her pink cheeks and paused under her ears.

Li Beixun's other hand placed on her waist slammed.

Shi Qing remembered that they were doing a show again, and quickly turned her face back, but she was unwilling to meet those deep and ink-like eyes, and the whole person trembled slightly by his dense gaze.

His finger hadn't let go, still staying under her earlobe.

Li Beixun took the palm of his hand and drew her towards him, ”It hasn't been cleaned yet.”

”what?”

Before he could react, his kiss had already fallen--