Chapter: 1262

Leng Qianxue was very calm, and read in the room after breakfast.

The cold and indifferent meeting room went to rest, Xiao Cui Xiao Ai accompanied Leng Qianxue in the room.

In a blink of an eye, it was night, and she woke up coldly and indifferently. Demi'er came to send dinner again and prepared wine very thoughtfully.

"Is Louis still coming back?" Leng Qianxue asked casually while holding the book.

"No, Miss Leng." Demier replied respectfully, "There are many things today. The little duke may be back later."

"Really? What's the matter." Leng Qianxue picked up the wine glass and shook it gently.

"We will hold a press conference in the afternoon and accompany guests in the evening. Some important guests have to be sent to the airport..." Demier explained.

"Oh." Leng Qianxue nodded, "That's right, suddenly postponing the wedding, there are many things to deal with."

"This is the red wine brought back from Bordeaux. You can drink more and have a good night's sleep." Demier said intimately.

"Well, thank you." Leng Qianxue smiled, "Get out."

"Yes." Demier lowered her head and stepped back.

"Don't forget, Louis is back, let him come to me." Leng Qianxue reminded.

Demier stopped, and the waitress next to her bowed her head and said, "Yes, Miss Leng."

When they were all gone, Leng Qianxue winked, Xiao Cui Xiao Ai immediately took samples of food and drinks for inspection.

Soon, they came to the conclusion that a drug similar to a sleeping pill was added to the red wine, and after drinking it, it would make people feel sleepy.

Leng Qianxue suddenly remembered the last time he was in Bordeaux Winery...

That night, she didn't drink Demier's water, only red wine, but not a lot, but after returning to the room at night, she was still very tired and sleepy, so sleepy that Louis did not leave, she was on the sofa Fell asleep.

Later, she felt strange, now thinking about it, it turns out that drugs were added to the red wine that night...

It seems that Demi'er has not acted for the first time.

Leng Qianxue gestured to Xiao Cui Xiao Ai to keep the evidence, and then began to eat.

After ten o'clock in the evening, Louis came back alone, and Demier immediately greeted him: "Cousin, you are back."

"Yeah." Louis was a little drunk, "Daddy and Mommy are still entertaining VIPs, I'm going home first, where is Qianxue?"

"You are tired, let me help you go back to your room and rest."

Demi'er was about to help Louis go back to the room. The waitress on the side remembered Leng Qianxue's order, so she said, "Little Duke, Miss Leng said..."

"Shut up." Demier immediately interrupted the waitress, staring at her viciously, "Cousin is drunk and should go back to the room to rest and don't bother him."

The waitress dare not speak.

"I have to go and see Qianxue." Louis walked upstairs drunk, but was pulled by Demier and coaxed him to say, "Cousin, you are drunk, I will help you go back to the room first. Let's face it, it's a bit rude to go to see Miss Leng like this now."

"Oh, yes." Louis was also afraid of being rude in front of Leng Qianxue, so he couldn't resist any more.

The two went upstairs and were about to return to the room. At this moment, Leng Qianxue walked out of the room and shouted: "Louis!"

Louis immediately stopped and turned to Leng Qianxue: "Qianxue!"

"Cousin..." Demier pulled him, but couldn't move.

"I'm going to find you." Louis walked into Leng Qianxue's room staggeringly, "I told Daddy and Mommy today, they won't make you embarrassed, and I'll be with you at home tomorrow..."

"Well, good." Leng Qianxue glanced at Demi'er.

Demier looked at Louis complicatedly, touched Leng Qianxue's eyes, and immediately looked away...

"Qianxue, I miss you so much..."

In the room, Louis's gentle voice came.

"Drink some water first." Leng Qianxue poured a glass of water to Louis.

"I know, you have me in your heart..." Louis took advantage of the situation and hugged Leng Qianxue.

At this moment, Xiao Cui Xiao Ai came out of the room, the door opened, and Demi'er just saw this scene... JrNovels.com