Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Damn!

Is the servant fully awake?

Sikong Lingge's chest tightened, he stood up slowly, and moved slowly to the side——

A pot of Clivia was placed there, the pot was small, as long as the force was controlled properly, it should be able to knock the servant unconscious.

"That's right, I accidentally hurt Fang Yiren during the day, I'm here to apologize now..." Sikong Lingge said, and was about to hold up the flowerpot.

At this moment, the servant suddenly stepped forward and moved closer, his face was less than ten centimeters away from Sikong Lingge.

When Sikong Lingge got nervous, the whole Clivia plant was pulled up, and the flower pot remained in place——

Damn!

She was so nervous that even a potted plant competed with her.

Sikong Lingge was secretly in a bad mood, and groped again with his hands behind his back.

The servant looked at her directly, his eyes were a little numb, and he didn't know if he was really awake or sleepwalking.

Sikong Lingge's face turned pale, and he accelerated his groping speed.

The moment her fingertips touched the flower pot, the servant suddenly took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and waved them in front of Sikong Lingge.

"Miss Sikong, here you are."

Sikong Lingge was taken aback for a moment, forgetting to move, "This is?"

"Aren't you going to see Miss Fang? Here is the key." The servant shook his head and said.

"Key?" Sikong Lingge frowned, not understanding what the servant meant.

"The door of Miss Fang's room has been re-opened by Madam. You can't get in without a key," said the servant.

It turned out to be the case.

Sikong Lingge wiped his hands and took the key.

"Miss Fang has a bad temper recently, Miss Sikong, please be careful." The servant confessed.

Sikong Lingge swallowed with difficulty, "Okay...Okay."

"Then... I'm going to bed." Saying that, the servant staggered away, leaned against the wall, and fell asleep.

Sikong Lingge stood there, looking at the servant who was slowly falling asleep, he let out a long breath, his tense body finally relaxed.

As soon as he relaxed, Sikong Lingge realized that his back was icy cold, and his clothes were already soaked in cold sweat.

It seems that the servant is not awake, but sleepwalking——

It almost scared her to death.

Sikong Lingge breathed out deeply, calmed down and stood up.

Carefully looking at the two servants, making sure that they are really not awake, then use the key to open the door cautiously.

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There was no light in the room, and it was dark, cold and gloomy everywhere.

The cold, white moonlight came in through the window, making the whole room even colder.

On the bed, Fang Yiren fell into a deep sleep with an IV in his hand, his face paler than the moonlight.

Sikong Lingge narrowed his eyes, remembering the purpose of coming today.

Gently, close the door and lock it.

Sikong Linge clenched his fists, and walked towards the bed step by step, slowly.

rustling...

Fang Yiren suddenly moved.

Sikong Lingge gasped, and immediately crouched down with his breath trembling slightly.

She is not afraid of Fang Yiren.

Fang Yiren was so injured that she couldn't move at all, how could Sikong Lingge be afraid of her.

What Sikong Lingge is worried about is that there is an alarm device installed in the room, as long as it is touched, the alarm will immediately go off.

If it was true, wouldn't she be a big loser in a sneak attack?