Chapter 1281 Picking up Things From the Trash Can Again

damn it!

Why is he so angry?

Why was he so angry that he wanted to drag that man up and beat him?

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

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

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

"Sir?" The person who came with him to socialize saw that he had gone out and never came in. He couldn't help but ran out. It turned out that he didn't go to the bathroom at all and kept staring at the door.

He followed Li Beijue's line of sight and looked towards the gate, but saw nothing except the waiter.

He immediately frowned and said without knowing what was going on, "Sir, aren't you going in?"

Li Beijue's deep eagle eyes were bottomless black, and he was extremely sinister, as if he was trying his best to suppress something. He didn't even look at the people around him, and growled angrily, "Get out!"

The man was so frightened that his bones were frozen. Although he didn't understand what he had done to offend this big shot, he still didn't dare to say a word and went in with his tail between his legs in a dejected manner...

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

Could it be that the knife-like outline pressed against the cold air like a storm, his eyes were stern, and the ice pick inside seemed to be eating people. He glared fiercely at the low-key Bentley at the door, as if he could see it through the closed window. The people sitting inside are the same...

suddenly.

"Shi-t!" He punched the wall angrily, turned around and walked away with a sullen face.

What the hell are you doing?

She was just a woman he had only met once. What was he angry about?

With his identity, is he angry about a woman he doesn't even know? That's ridiculous!

I must have had too much wine tonight!

The red wine must be of such poor quality that he felt uncomfortable in his chest and in a bad mood! It definitely can’t be related to that woman!

Absolutely impossible!

Li Beijue pulled off his tie as he walked. Originally, he wanted to throw away the torn tie that was making it difficult for him to breathe, but when he threw it into the trash can, he suddenly saw the tie clip on his tie. .

That tie clip...

Li Beijue's heart contracted hard as if he was suffering from a lack of blood!

His brows were furrowed as if he could kill a fly, as if he was looking at something with deep hatred. It attracted the attention of many waiters.

"Master Li, how can I help you?" One of the nearest waiters immediately ran over and asked respectfully.

Li Beijue ignored him, frowned and stared for a while, then suddenly made an unexpected move - he actually walked to the trash can, bent down, and took the lost tie out of the trash can. Picked it up!

Not only picked it up, but took it away again!

The waiter was completely stunned as if he had seen a ghost. He turned his face stiffly and asked the people around him, "Am I not dazzled? Did Mr. Li just pick up the tie?"

"No, no, what I saw is the same as what you saw."

"But Mr. Li has a mysophobia..." Even the tableware he uses for dining is his own. He doesn't touch things that others have touched, let alone pick up the lost things from the dirty trash can. , for a person with mysophobia, it is undoubtedly a fatal move! The waiter couldn't help but murmured, "Does that tie have special meaning?"

Unfortunately, no one answered him.