Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 364 The night is beautiful
"But...Master, he keeps calling your father and Miss Yan's mother. Is there any misunderstanding?" James quickly wrote down what he said to Beiming Haoting in the notepad.

"There is no misunderstanding, send him back!" Beiming Haoting's cold voice revealed an undeniable majesty.

His woman even said she wasn't their child, so what misunderstanding could there be?
It's just... what about their children?
What happened back then, he still hasn't thoroughly investigated...

James was startled, glanced at little Ivan, and didn't reply.

"Young master, let's go." He forcibly picked up Ivan, gave Beiming Haoting a helpless look, straddled his long legs and walked straight out the door.

"Hey, let me go! Let me go! I don't want to go! Mama!" Little Ivan was carried into the car, the seat belt held him tightly, and the door was closed indifferently. He struggled and shouted a few times, Knowing it wasn't going to work, he stopped yelling.

James returned to the driver's seat, glanced back at Ivan, started the engine, and drove the luxury car out of the coastal area.

☆☆☆☆☆

The setting sun sank into the western mountains, and the night gradually opened.

Xiao Yixun waited for her at the gate of Yan Chuyan's company building for a long time, but he couldn't get through the phone, and he couldn't find her.

Today is his birthday.

He stood quietly at the entrance of the company, his tall and straight body was comparable to a popular model, and his melancholy and handsome face attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Middle and high school students who don't know the mayor will turn on the photo function to secretly take pictures of him from time to time when they pass by...

☆☆☆☆☆

After Beiming Haoting saw off Ivan, he returned to the cozy bedroom, picked up Yan Chuyan and walked into the bathroom to take a bath.

After it was over, Yan Chuyan changed into a dark blue dress and walked into the restaurant with him on his arm.

Only one chef was hired here, James was not there, and there were only three of them left in the huge villa.

The chef put the prepared feast on the table and poured the red wine conscientiously. A romantic candlelight dinner was ready before he respectfully saluted and left.

"Sit." Beiming Haoting gracefully opened the European-style dining chair and invited her to take a seat in a gentlemanly manner.

The romantic and luxurious restaurant was shining with an elegant orange light, and the slender fingers touched the stem of the goblet, and the dark red liquid in the crystal clear crystal cup flowed and swayed mysteriously.

There was an evil smile on Beiming Haoting's face, he stared at the woman he loved opposite, his long eyelashes flickered slightly, and a magnetic and mellow voice came out from his sexy thin lips——

"Yan'er, tonight's time belongs to the two of us, let go of everything, follow your heart, and enjoy the beauty of this moment, Cheers~"

"Cheers!" Yan Chuyan held up the goblet, a beautiful smile curled up on her lips, her entire face was filled with happiness.

Beiming Haoting is very different tonight.

It was rare for him to help Yan Chuyan cut the steak politely, and brought the food to her like a gentleman, with extremely elegant demeanor and speech.

In the living room, Yan Chuyan's handbag was still lying in the corner of the sofa, and the phone inside kept vibrating...

Xiao Yixun called her dozens or even hundreds of times, but he couldn't get through all the time. Worried that something might happen to her, he thoroughly checked the admission records of all the hospitals in Beicheng, but he still couldn't get any news about her.

Private club hotel.

In an empty private room, the dim yellow light shines on the high-end western food, and the air-conditioning is lingering in the room.

The man in front of the long dining table stretched out his hand to pick up an ice-white book, staring at the cold liquid, with a bitter smile on his lips.

"Chu Yan, where are you now?" He whispered to himself, a noble melancholy exuded from his handsome brows.

(End of this chapter)