Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Sikong Lingge didn't respond at all, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was red-eyed, he caught and threw away——

Shower gel, cup, facial cleanser, toothpaste...

Fang Yiren tried his best to dodge, but was hit by something, and his arm became red and swollen.

Sikong Lingge kept throwing it, his expression frantic.

The servants were completely shocked, they never expected that Sikong Lingge would suddenly become so powerful.

"Snapped--"

The bottle of hand sanitizer hit Zhongfang Yiren on the forehead, and it quickly became a big bag.

The bottle was broken, and the hand sanitizer splashed out, so that Fang Yiren's head, face and body were covered with paint, as if painted.

Fang Yiren saw herself in the mirror and screamed, "Stop! You bitch, you have the guts to hit me!"

Sikong Lingge's mind is in confusion, how can he manage so much?

Keep smashing!

Things flew towards Fang Yiren one after another.

"Ping-pong-pong-bang-bang-"

The shrill voices filled the room.

After being hit several times in a row, Fang Yiren was completely annoyed, and also went to grab things, ready to head-to-head with Sikong Lingge.

result--

The things on the washstand were smashed to pieces by Sikong Lingge long ago, she didn't even touch a toothbrush.

"Snapped--"

Something flew towards me again——

Right in the middle of Fang Yiren's nose!

"what--"

In the next second, Fang Yiren let out a scream like killing Dudu, covered his nose, kicked the trash can, and kicked Sikong Lingge viciously.

Sikong Lingge quickly avoided.

Kicked crooked——

The trash can rolled around a few times and stopped at the servant's feet.

The servants looked down in unison, but there was no response——

I have never seen Sikong Lingge suddenly go crazy, and the servants are all petrified.

Fang Yiren glared at the servant and screamed angrily, "What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and pull this lunatic out!!!"

The servants suddenly came back to their senses, rushed forward, suppressed Sikong Linge, and dragged him out of the bathroom.

Fang Yiren let out a long breath, casually cleaned up the sticky hand sanitizer on his body, turned around, and walked out quickly, preparing to go back to his room to change clothes.

Sikong Lingge struggled and kept rushing towards Zaifang Yiren.

"Hurry up! Don't let her run away!" Fang Yiren yelled in fright, and retreated towards the door tremblingly.

She never knew that when Sikong Lingge got angry, he would be so reckless, and hit people with whatever he caught, making people completely helpless...

Psychologically, fear is conditioned reflexively.

Without thinking, he quickly retreated to his room.

The servants quickly brought bath towels and clothes.

Fang Yiren washed her hair, took a shower, and changed her clothes before wiping her hair and walking out slowly.

His hands were still shaking slightly.

"Miss Fang, calm down." The servant brought a cup of hot tea.

Fang Yiren took it and took a few sips vigorously, feeling much better.

The disordered heartbeat slowly tended to normal.

"How's the situation? Is that woman still crazy?" Fang Yiren handed the cup to the servant and asked with narrowed eyes.

The servant shook his head, "Miss Sikong's mood has stabilized, she no longer yells."

Fang Yiren nodded and stood up.

"Miss Fang, although Miss Sikong is no longer yelling, her mood is still not completely stable. Do you want to avoid it first, let's convey something...?" The servant asked tremblingly.