Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Damn it!

Why is he so angry?

Why is he so angry that he wants to pull that man up and beat him up?

Why does my chest feel like it was punched by someone, and I feel so irritated that I can't breathe!

Li Beijue clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hands popped out.

He never thought that he would meet that woman here again, and he never thought that the woman actually had a boyfriend!

"Sir?" The people who accompanied him to the social gathering saw that he had gone out and had not come in, so they couldn't help but run out, only to find that he didn't go to the bathroom at all, and kept staring at the door.

He looked at the door along Li Beijue's line of sight, and saw nothing except the waiter.

He frowned immediately and said, "Sir, aren't you going in?"

Li Beijue's deep eagle eyes were dark and sinister, as if he was suppressing something. He didn't even look at the people around him, and growled angrily, "Get out!"

The man was so scared by his rolling that his bones were frozen. Although he didn't understand how he had offended this big shot, he didn't dare to say a word and went in first with his tail between his legs...

As soon as he left, the corridor became quiet again.

Could it be that the knife-like outline pressed down the storm-like cold air, his eyes were condensed, and the ice cones inside were like cannibals, staring fiercely at the low-key Bentley at the door, as if he could see the person sitting inside through the closed car window...

Suddenly.

"Shit!" He punched the wall angrily, frowned, and turned away.

What the hell is he doing?

It's just a woman he only met once, why is he angry?

With his status, would he be angry for a woman he didn't even know? It's ridiculous!

He must have drunk too much tonight!

The red wine must be too low-grade, so he felt uncomfortable in his chest and was in a bad mood! It definitely couldn't be related to that woman!

Absolutely impossible!

Li Beijue walked along, tearing off his tie. He wanted to throw away the broken tie that made his breathing difficult, but when he threw it into the trash can, he suddenly saw the tie clip on the tie.

That tie clip...

Li Beijue's heart was like lack of blood, and it contracted fiercely!

His frown seemed to be able to pinch a fly to death, as if he was looking at something with a deep hatred. It attracted the attention of many waiters.

"Mr. Li, is there anything I can help you with?" One of the closest waiters immediately trotted over and asked respectfully.

Li Beijue ignored him, frowned and glared at him for a while, then suddenly did something unexpected - he actually walked to the trash can himself, bent down, and picked up the lost tie from the trash can again! Not only did he pick it up, he took it away again! The waiter was completely stunned as if he had seen a ghost. He turned his head stiffly and asked the people around him, "Am I dazzled? Did Mr. Li pick up the tie just now?" "No, no, what I saw is the same as what you saw." "But Mr. Li has mysophobia..." Even the tableware he used for dining was his own set. He never touched things that others had touched, let alone picking up lost things from the dirty trash can. For a person with mysophobia, it was undoubtedly a fatal move! The waiter couldn't help but murmur, "Does that tie have a special meaning?" Unfortunately, no one answered him.