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The maid nodded, stepped back, and gently closed the door.

In the room, only Cheng Liuli was left, silently clenched his hands, and continued to stare firmly at the dagger lying among the assortment of fruits.

After a long time, she reached out, picked up the dagger, and quickly stuffed the dagger under her pillow.

Yesilo had already returned home, and the servants would not enter this room at night, and they would not notice that the fruit knife on the balcony had disappeared.

In other words, she will have one night to carry out her assassination plan!

Under the bright crystal lamps, long branches of roses are placed in the center of the dining table, and they are beautifully blooming in white bone china vases.

The long dining table is covered with golden tablecloths, placemats with intricate and delicate patterns, sterling silver knives and forks, and beautifully painted dinner plates.

Candlelight flickered.

Warm and romantic.

When Cheng Liuli walked into the restaurant, she found Yesilo standing by the dining table.

He lowered his head, looking at the long-stemmed rose that seemed to have just been cut from the glass greenhouse, reached out with his index finger and middle finger, picked one up, and sniffed it lightly.

The tie around the neck has been slightly loosened, with a kind of homely laziness.

The suit jacket was casually hung on the chair beside it, and the sleeves of both hands were rolled up loosely, very sexy and casual.

In front of him, he lowered his head, smelling the flowers, his posture was intoxicated, smelling the fragrance of the flowers, as if he was just an ordinary gardener, admiring the flowers he cultivated with satisfaction. ． ． ． ． ．

However, how can there be such a noble and elegant gardener in the world?

He looked more like a nobleman of the European royal family than——

It's not the legendary gangster who is cruel and cruel, who treats human life like nothing.

The wind blows the white curtain.

The bright chandelier above his head is like a spotlight on the stage, and the beautiful light is projected on his face, which is noble and gorgeous. ． ． ． ． ．

The silver tableware, reflecting his thick eyelashes, and his handsome silhouette like a god, seem to be a gorgeous picture scroll drawn by a master.

The next second, as if sensing her gaze, Yesilo suddenly raised his head and looked at her who was standing outside the restaurant door.

The moment he saw her, he slightly raised the corners of his thin and graceful lips, and then stretched out his hand towards her.

Those jet-black pupils were as deep and dark as usual, carrying some kind of emotion that she couldn't identify.

Cheng Liuli opened her lips and gave a forced smile, no, she didn't want to touch him, she didn't want to get close to him, but she couldn't do that, her resistance would only arouse his displeasure and anger.

But now, what she needs to do more is to be obedient to him, hide her fangs and sharp claws, and nestle in his arms like an obedient kitten, acting gentle and harmless.

She held out her hand to him.

The slender and well-defined palms are extraordinarily warm.

It's completely different from her cold sweat.

Yesilo handed her the rose in his hand, with thorns on the branch, she took it carefully, looking at the sharp thorns on the long green branches.

Yesilo never ordered his servants to remove the thorns from the flower branches like ordinary rich and noble brothers. He kept the original appearance of these roses, so these sharp thorns were still covered on the long branches under the flowers.