Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Sikong Lingge asked the servant to wait outside the door, then turned around and went in.

There was no sound at all, and the surrounding area was quiet.

Sikong Lingge took out the note from his pocket——

Last night, it was very exciting, an intense live love action movie!I really didn't expect that you guys are so bold, you just put it on the wall... By the way, do you want a live broadcast tape?If you want it, you can ask me for it, I will never be stingy, and I will give it to you for free!

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Fang Yiren What does this mean?

Warn yourself, are all your every move under her surveillance?

Fang Yiren didn't provoke her for a moment, so she felt uncomfortable, right?

damn...

Sikong Lingge was holding the note, his face was pale and his whole body was shaking.

The note was torn into shreds and thrown into the trash can.

at this time--

rustling...

Suddenly there was a sound at the door.

Sikong Lingge thought it was the servant who waited for the urging, suppressed his emotions, and didn't look back, "I'll be fine soon."

no respond.

Arrogant footsteps approached slowly.

Did you not hear what you said?Sikong Lingge frowned and raised the volume: "I'll be right out."

Still no response.

The footsteps are getting closer...

Then, it stopped behind Sikong Lingge.

Sikong Lingge made sure that the other party had heard what he said——

The servants of Shangguan's family would not be so reckless.

Is it...

Sikong Lingge was startled, and turned his head abruptly.

The next second, she staggered back a step with a pale face.

"Fang Yiren? What are you doing here?" Sikong Lingge stared at her fiercely, his eyes spit fire.

Thinking of Fang Yiren's peeping to such an extent, Sikong Lingge became furious.

His chest was churning with rage, and he really wanted to do it.

Since there was something in Fang Yiren's hands, he could only grit his teeth and hold back.

The fist was clenched tightly, the knuckles turned white, and the sound of "clack" could even be heard...

"Don't be so contradictory, I'm here, I just have a few words to say, nothing special." Fang Yiren pursed her lips in satisfaction, enjoying the feeling of successfully provoking Sikong Lingge.

"Say something quickly!" Sikong Lingge had a cold face, not wanting to stay in the same space with this woman for a second.

Fang Yiren didn't speak, but took a contemptuous look at her, lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and exhaled the white smoke, "Sikong Lingge, you haven't forgotten, tomorrow is the deadline, right?"

"..." Sikong Lingge's whole body trembled, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and his voice was cold, "You don't need to remind me, I haven't forgotten!"

There is no one now, Sikong Lingge doesn't need to hide his disgust towards Yiren at all.

"It's best if you don't forget." Fang Yiren spat out another mouthful of white mist, his voice was gloomy, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Sikong Lingge didn't bother to bother, "Is there anything else? If it's okay, please step aside, I'm going out!"

With that said, he was about to bypass Fang Yiren and leave.

Fang Yiren stretched out an arm, blocking her way, "What's the hurry? I haven't finished my sentence yet."

Sikong Lingge turned his head and glared at her, "Fart your fart!"

"You're not stupid enough to break the news to Shangguan Rui, are you?" Fang Yiren narrowed his eyes dangerously and asked.

I always feel that Sikong Lingge has been keeping quiet recently.

But I can't tell what is wrong.

Fang Yiren thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to ask Sikong to listen to the song, and to find out his tone face to face——