Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

How is this going?

Why is this happening?

Could it be that... the medicine Mrs. Feng fed to herself has begun to take effect?

How can it be?

There is such a medicine in the world? !

Sikong Lingge looked at the person in the mirror in shock, his hands trembling, he couldn't believe that such a thing really happened...

"Snapped--"

The things in my hand fell to the ground.

Sikong Lingge's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

With all hands and feet, picking up things——

Fortunately the carpet was thick, the bottle was unbroken, and the contents were undamaged.

Otherwise, today's plan will be in vain.

Sikong Lingge let out a long breath, calmed down, and put away his things.

He took a deep look at himself in the mirror, turned around, and quietly left the room——

Now it's not time to worry about the change in the color of the eyes, whether it was caused by taking the medicine given by Mrs. Feng.

She has more important things to do.

Sikong Lingge straightened his clothes and walked over slowly...

Although he had fired a gun before, it was the first time he had done such a thing. Sikong Lingge was very nervous, his chest was beating "pound-pound-pound-" and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

I was afraid that I would behave unnaturally for a while and let the servants see it.

Sikong Linge had to take deep breaths in order to maintain his composure.

Before coming, Sikong Lingge had already envisioned all the situations he would encounter, and made preparations to deal with them.

The only thing I didn't expect was the situation in front of me——

The servant leaned his head against the wall, sleeping very soundly...

"..."

"..."

"..."

Looking at the two unconscious servants, the corners of Sikong Lingge's eyes twitched slightly——

The servant who was on guard at night was not alert at all, she was so nervous before...

Sikong Lingge was speechless, and walked forward lightly.

The moment she put her hands on the doorknob, the servant lost his footing and suddenly fell forward.

Sikong Lingge's chest trembled violently, before he could dodge in time, he could only squat down.

Damn it!

If you don't wake up early, you don't deserve to wake up late, but you wake up at this time.

Sikong Lingge looked at the servant nervously, his heart hanging in his throat.

In my heart, I kept praying that the servant couldn't see me.

The servant yawned repeatedly, shook his head, rubbed his sleepy eyes, leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep...

Sikong Lingge let out a deep breath.

However, in the next second, the servant suddenly opened his eyes again, looking straight at Sikong Lingge——

"Miss Sikong, why are you squatting on the ground, are you uncomfortable?"

Sikong Lingge's whole body was stiff, feeling that the blood in his whole body froze at this moment, and his limbs were cold.

My mind was in a mess, I didn't know how to answer the question raised by the servant...

The two just looked at each other.

silence.

Deathly silence.

The heavy breath pressed heavily on the chest, making it almost impossible to breathe...

"Miss Sikong?" The servant called again.

In the quiet corridor, the servant's voice was very clear.

The servant who was sleeping soundly opposite moved his body, and seemed to be waking up.

Sikong Lingge's chest twitched violently. In desperation, he made up an excuse and said dryly, "I... am worried about Fang Yiren's injury, so I came to see her."

"Look at Miss Fang?" The servant tilted his head in doubt, his eyes were clouded, as if he was still awake, "But Miss Fang Yi's injury was not caused by Miss Sikong?"