Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"You are not only naive, but also stupid." Fang Yiren coughed twice, "You actually think that if you come here and threaten to torture me, I will hand over the antidote. You are really stupid, hehehe—cough cough..."

"You are stupid for not risking your life to fight against me." Sikong Lingge snorted coldly, so that he would not be easily provoked by Fang Yiren's aggressive method like before.

"Really? Hehe..." Fang Yiren began to smile strangely again, his eyes flicked back and forth on Sikong Lingge's face.

Sikong Lingge stared coldly, "What are you looking at?"

"Of course it depends on you."

"..."

"I was thinking, what kind of face of a woman would be so stupid."

Sikong Lingge's response was to pinch her wound severely.

Fang Yiren cried out in pain, but he didn't stop talking about his power, "Sikong Lingge, do you want to call Shangguan Rui to answer directly, is there anyone in the Raging Fire Group who can save the little ghost?"

Fang Yiren paused at this point, with a suddenly realized expression, "Ah, look at my memory, I actually forgot such an important thing."

Looking up at Sikong Lingge, his tone became colder and colder, "Sikong Lingge, I'm really curious about Shangguan Rui's reaction when he sees you like this, do you still recognize him?"

Sikong Lingge lowered his eyes, "This is my business, don't bother you! Hand over the antidote!"

"It's really none of my business, hehe..." Fang Yiren sneered weakly, with a cold light like a blade in his eyes, "I just have to wait and enjoy the miserable state of the kid before he died, and your painful expression...hehe ..."

Sikong Lingge brows furiously, and grabs him hard again!

Fang Yiren's whole body was convulsed by the pain, and he was already in a semi-comatose state, but his mouth was still stiff, and he refused to reveal half a word related to the antidote...

If you continue to toss, I'm afraid something will happen.

Sikong Lingge frowned and let go.

It's ok.

If Fang Yiren doesn't talk about it today, there will be tomorrow.

Not to mention tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow.

Not to mention the day after tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow.

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She will come here every day, serving three meals a day plus supper, if you don't believe Fang Yiren, don't tell me!

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study.

The huge space was only illuminated by a wall lamp, making it look a bit dark.

Shangguan Rui sank into the sofa, his slender legs resting casually, with a dignified breath.

A small person, crawling hard on his lap...

Shangguan Zhixing was sitting on the opposite sofa, expressionless, telling about Sikong Lingge's recent situation.

In the study room, apart from Shangguan Zhixing's voice and one or two occasional voices from the child, there was nothing else.

After describing everything in the most concise language, Shangguan Zhixing fell silent and stopped talking, waiting for Shangguan Rui's decision.

The room was silent.

An unknown breath, rushing and suppressing...

Shangguan Rui sat expressionlessly, like a statue, motionless, as if he had no reaction at all to what Shangguan Zhixing said.

After a while, it finally moved.

Shangguan Rui leaned back slowly, leaning into the back of the sofa, the shadow completely covered half of his facial features, and his thin outline looked particularly sharp...

The long silence made the already depressing atmosphere even more heavy.