Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Fang Yiren's eyes turned cold, and he swept towards the servant viciously, "What do you mean? Do you think I'm afraid of her?"

"No! No! I didn't mean that." The servant shook violently, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Then what do you mean?!"

"I think that although this place is far away from the room where the young master lives, if the commotion is too loud, you will still hear it over there." The servant flinched, "Even if you don't know now, if you are caught by some bad-mouthed servant afterwards, you will be heard." If people spread it to the young master, Miss Fang is not good..."

Fang Yiren calmed down and thought about it, and felt that the servant was right.

There's no need to ruin his image in Feng Liye's heart for the sake of that bitch Sikong Lingge.

Fang Yiren sat down and poured himself another cup of tea.

The servant looked at her, hesitated to speak...

"What else?"

"Uh...Miss Sikong has been clamoring to see the child...Miss Fang, look..." The servant faltered.

In fact, Mrs. Feng had already said that they should carry the baby to Sikong to listen to the song, but Fang Yiren didn't say anything to agree, and the servant didn't dare to do that——

I'm afraid that Fang Yiren will reward them with a poisonous pill like they treated Sikong Lingge's children...

"If she wants to see her, just hug her and let her see her. Don't ask me about such trivial matters." Fang Yiren smiled slightly, with a terribly gloomy expression on her face. The servant responded and walked towards the door in cold sweat.

Just as she was about to step out of the door, Fang Yiren suddenly stopped her——

"and many more!"

The servant froze and turned around, "Miss Fang?"

Fang Yiren sneered ferociously, and said slowly, "Don't forget to tell Sikong Lingge, in order to make that little ghost healthier, I gave her some good food, and told Sikong Lingge to pay attention to the child's safety."

"Yes." The servant went out.

Before he took two steps, he was stopped again——

"and many more!"

"Miss Fang?"

"Where the child is sent back, ask someone to take a few 'wonderful' photos, and I will send it to Sikong Lingge myself." Sikong Lingge snorted coldly, with a gloomy expression on his face. In her hands, Sikong Lingge dares to make another mistake! ! !

Just now, I didn't expect that Sikong Lingge would resist*, so I suffered a bit, and I was in a mess.

Going this time, Sikong Lingge will be content.

If Sikong Lingge is restless and wants to hit a stone with an egg, she, Fang Yiren, will never be polite to Sikong Lingge.

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Room.

Dozens of servants stood in two teams, blocking the room tightly.

Fang Yiren stood in the middle, his aura was set off by the servant, and he was even more arrogant than before.

Sikong Lingge sat by the bed, blocked by three or four servants, trying to calm down.

As soon as Fang Yiren appeared, the anger that Sikong Lingge had finally calmed down instantly soared!

"Fang Yiren, give me back the child!" Sikong Lingge stood up abruptly and rushed towards Fang Yiren.

A few servants were in front, preventing Sikong Lingge from getting close to Fang Yiren.

After the trouble just now, Sikong Lingge's strength has been exhausted long ago, how can he still have the strength to fight with several servants?

He was blocked three steps away and could no longer approach.