Fake Powerful Woman
41 Asian Supermodel

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In the distance, a young man wearing a duckbill hat walked over with two ice-creams in his hands. The brim of the hat was pressed very low, and his huge glasses covered half of his face.

One could vaguely see the beautiful curve of his sharp chin. He didn't seem to want people to see his face clearly, but his tall figure couldn't hide the starlight on his body.

His gaze swept around and landed on Song Qiaoen. The man frowned imperceptibly and paused for a moment before walking over.

"Haohao, come here. Didn't I tell you not to run around? What if we meet a bad person?"

The man's pleasant voice entered her ears, but why did his words sound so awkward? Did she look like a bad person?

Song Qiaoen turned around unhappily. When he saw the person behind him, a trace of suspicion flashed across his clear eyes.

"Big brother!" The little boy in his arms shouted excitedly and pounced on the man. His small arms hugged the man's slender calf.

The man squatted down lovingly and handed him an ice cream. The little boy looked at Song Qiaoen and walked over to him with his short legs.

She looked up and handed the ice cream to Song Qiaoen.

"Sister, the ice cream is delicious.”

Sensing the man's unfriendly gaze, Song Qiaoen rolled his eyes and patted the little boy's head. His voice was gentle." Be good. Eat it yourself!" sister

I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Haohao drooped his shoulders in disappointment. His black eyes were filled with reluctance. He really liked this beautiful sister in front of him.

Seeing that Song Qiaoen had tactfully left, the young man's tightly pursed lips relaxed a little, and his guard was lifted.

Do I look that unfriendly? Although she didn't expect the man to take the opportunity to hit on her, she didn't need to look at her with such a perverted gaze.

Song Qiaoen could feel the sharpness in the man's eyes.

Song Qiaoen cursed in his heart as he brushed past the man. He inadvertently glanced at the man's side profile. She suddenly stopped and looked at him with interest for a few seconds.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Are you Ben Hill?"

From the man's body that suddenly stiffened, Song Qiaoen knew that he had guessed correctly.

Not many people in the country knew about Ben Hill, but he was frequently active in the domestic and international super shows. At the same time, he was also a rare foreign luxury brand.

The Asian face had appeared in famous fashion magazines countless times.

When he was abroad, Jon Song often went to fashion shows and often saw Ben Hill. Of course, she also admired this Asian supermodel, but she didn't expect him to be abroad.

They hadn't met each other at all, but they had coincidentally met in China.

"You've got the wrong person."

The man adjusted the sunglasses on his face, and the deep eyes behind the sunglasses could not hide his surprise. He didn't expect the woman to recognize him just from his side profile.

He did not want his low-key and peaceful life in the country to be disrupted. Actually, it was obvious that Song Qiaoen had been sitting on the side watching the show.

However, it left a deep impression.

"Sister, you're amazing! Ben Xi Er is Older Brother's English name and Older Brother's Chinese name is Shen Yue. My name is Hao Hao, Shen Hao Hao!”

Shen Hao blinked his large eyes and spoke in a childish voice, mercilessly tearing down Ben Hill's stage.

Song Qiaoen crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. He looked at Ben Hill with a faint smile.

"Haohao, it's getting late. Let's go back!”Ben Hill still had a well-defined ice mountain face. He ignored Song Qiaoen's provocation and looked handsome.

He picked Hao Hao up with one hand and strode out.

Jon Song didn't expect Ben Hill to be as cool and arrogant in real life as he was on the runway. He couldn't help but purse his lips. However, he didn't know that this seemingly cold man would be like this in the future.

He would become a bright light in her life.

"Have you had enough fun?"

A man's sinister voice suddenly came from behind him. Song Qiaoen's body stiffened as if he had been struck by lightning. His face twisted as he looked back and indeed saw Letin's playful face.

Chen.

Song Qiaoen pretended to be calm as he cleared his throat and rolled his eyes." What are you doing here?”

Le Tingchen's well-defined face was a little cold." I said that after signing the agreement, you need to pay attention to your words and deeds. You should not go in and out as much as you like."

. You coming to such a chaotic place will cause me some trouble.”

He was lecturing people in such a serious manner again. She, Song Qiaoen, was not a punching bag or a puppet. She had her own emotions and thoughts. If it wasn't for him,

If she went too far, she wouldn't betray him.

"You were the one who abused the employee first!"

Song Qiaoen rolled up his sleeves to reveal his fair and tender arms. The bruises on his arms were shocking, and they all showed Le Tingchen's evil deeds.

In the past, who didn't pamper her? Yet, she was tortured so miserably by the person she loved the most. Why did Song Qiaoen feel so wronged?

Le Tingchen glanced at Song Qiaoen indifferently, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his deep eyes. He reached out and pulled down Song Qiaoen's sleeve, his movements exceptionally gentle.

However, his tone was still as cold as ever.

"It's just some bruises. I'll be fine after applying some medicine.”

Le Tingchen deliberately ignored the trace of regret in his heart. He was used to being cold and arrogant in front of Song Qiaoen. He would never apologize to her.

Not coming out.

It was not that she did not see the trace of fatigue in the man's eyes. She thought of the crisis that He Bo had told her about, and she could not bear to make things difficult for him.

"It's indeed just a small injury, but you still have to pay for the medical fees.”

Song Qiaoen took Le Tingchen's hand and looked at him with his chin slightly raised. There was no blame in his bright eyes.

Le Tingchen's warm and moist palm wrapped around Song Qiaoen's slightly cold hand. Her generosity and tolerance made him feel warm. For a moment, he felt that

In the future, regardless of whether Song Qiaoen did anything to hurt the company, he would not choose to take revenge on him, right?

Le Tingchen was surprised by his soft heart. He quickly held Song Qiaoen's hand and walked toward the car.

The car drove back to the entrance of the villa. In front of the exquisite iron gate, a figure was pacing back and forth anxiously. From time to time, he would stretch his neck to look at the intersection.

Two car lights shone over. The person raised his arm to cover his face, but his feet were facing the car.

"Boss Le, you're finally back! Have you found Ms. Larsson?"

Le Tingchen slowly rolled down the window and noticed Yang Shuo's slightly disheveled appearance. It was obvious that he had rushed over.

He didn't think that his assistant would be in the mood to come over to see if he had found her. It seemed that there was something important.

Glancing at the drowsy Song Qiaoen in the passenger seat, Le Tingchen's long and narrow phoenix eyes were cold." Come in first!"”

Yang Shuo nodded and followed the car into the villa. His face was filled with worry. To be honest, this was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing.

。With his extraordinary sixth sense, he felt that this seemingly prank was hinting at something.

"Pa da…"

The dark villa was lit up, and the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected a faint light. The flower garden outside was also illuminated, and a few small flowers swayed leisurely in the breeze.

Recently, Maid Ru had suffered from rheumatism and was in poor health, so she went to bed early. In the quiet living room, the atmosphere was a little depressing. Song Qiaoen stood far away on the stairs.

He looked at the two of them casually.

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