They got into the president's private elevator and went straight to the suite on the top floor.
Huo qingge buried her little face in li beixiao's chest. She would not have the face to see the little trumpet again ...
As the name suggested, a small loudspeaker was a loudspeaker. In a while, everyone would know that li beixiao had impatiently carried her to the hotel. As for what he was doing ...
At the thought of this, Huo qingge hit li Beichen's chest in embarrassment.
"Be honest, if you make me feel pain now, I'll make you feel 10 times more pain later!"
Li beixiao looked at Huo qingge with an extremely evil gaze.
With li beixiao's steady steps, the long fishtail skirt of the wedding dress dragged on the ground.
Huo qingge's heart ached for her. Such a beautiful wedding dress had been ruined.
However, she couldn't even protect herself now, so how could she care about the wedding dress?
"Li beixiao, you're. bully ..."
