Chapter 626 The Modern Story (61)

The people in this coffee shop must be high-ranking officials, and the coffee shop is also opened with capital injection from above. Many high-ranking officials will choose to hold meetings and parties on the top floor of this coffee shop.

In the corner, Xuanyuan Jiaye looked at the woman sitting across from him. Although he was smiling, there was already impatience between his brows.

Now he can't wait to slap the woman in front of him away, and Ai Ling's shadow keeps flashing before his eyes.

Ai Ling stared blankly at the two people in the corner, and within three seconds, she turned around and left, striding back into the car.

She sat quietly on the seat with a dull expression and a blank mind. She only felt a pain in the pit of her chest, and her breathing began to be difficult again. After a while, fine sweat was reflected on her forehead.

She slowly took out the phone and turned it on, found Xuanyuan Jiaye's number, hesitated for a moment before dialing it.

Ai Ling stared closely at the man in the coffee shop. Seeing him take out his mobile phone, he seemed a little shocked, and he answered the phone.

"Where are you?" Ai Ling's tone didn't fluctuate, but her heart was pounding.

Xuanyuan Jiaye was very happy when he saw that it was Ai Ling's call, at least she hadn't forgotten herself, but when his eyes touched the woman sitting opposite, he subconsciously chose not to talk about it.

"Busy."

As soon as these two words came out, Ai Ling suddenly laughed, and turned her gaze back to the steering wheel. When she stepped on the accelerator, she immediately threw the phone out of the car window.

There were tears in the corners of her eyes, but there was a smile in the corner of her mouth, looking so bleak.

The car was speeding through the streets of City H, running through countless red lights. Ai Ling felt that only this speed could suppress the bloodthirsty that was about to erupt in her bones.

Busy!

You actually said you were busy!
Her eyes were scarlet, she slammed on the brakes, and the car made a shrill sound. After parking the car on the side of the road, she went straight to a commercial building and walked in.

Not long after, she came out with a new mobile phone, pressed a series of numbers and dialed.

After the other party answered, Ai Ling narrowed her eyes and asked, "Is it rose tissue?"
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Xuanyuan Jiaye could only hear Ai Ling's laughter, and then he was hung up, and if he called again, the phone would be turned off.

A sudden uneasiness surged in his heart, and he got up to leave.

Xu Na grabbed his wrist and wanted to ask him where he was going, but Xuanyuan Jiaye subconsciously shook off her hand and frowned in disgust.

"Go back and tell your father that I'm very busy, and don't call my father to arrange such things in the future, do you understand?"

After finishing speaking, Xuanyuan Jiaye immediately got up and left, and the private driver guarding outside the coffee shop hurried over.

Xuanyuan Jiaye was about to get into the car, but he seemed to have stepped on something under his feet. He glanced at it, but suddenly his eyes widened.

It was a black phone case, and on the back of the phone case was a figure of an ancient woman with white hair and red clothes. He found someone to make it according to Ai Ling's previous appearance, and there would never be another one.

Thinking of what happened just now, Xuanyuan Jiaye's heart suddenly fell to the bottom, and he yelled: "Call Song Yuchao and ask him to quickly adjust the monitoring of this section of road for me!"

The driver was taken aback, but hurriedly called Song Yuchao trembling.

"Dad, he's gone!" Xu Na in the coffee shop looked angrily at the man who left.

Xu Na kept begging her father, "No! I just like him! Dad, please help me find a way."

"What? He has a girlfriend? Who is it?" Xu Na secretly remembered the name on the phone, and a sternness flashed in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)

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