High-priced love hunting game

Chapter 65 The Evil President 2
Xiang Shiliu's eyes widened in an instant!

Then, with a hard push, he almost pushed the man who kissed him down!
Trembling all over his body, he hesitated a little before he murmured: "I'm sorry..." and immediately rushed out in shock.

Seeing the figure fleeing in a hurry, the amber eyes were surprised for a moment, and then became unpredictable.

Stretching out his hand to stroke his lips, Su Jinmo looked at the wide open door and the empty aisle, recalling just now, with endless aftertaste.

She is repelling?dislike?Or playing hard to get?
But judging by the reaction, the panic was greater than the prevarication. I guess he was frightened, right?

Raising his eyebrows, Su Jinmo expressed a little dissatisfaction with his discovery.

No matter how many women threw themselves into their arms, hoping to win the favor of his kin, he, Young Master Su, would not even appreciate him.This time he took the initiative to send a kiss and fled in such a hurry, as if he was some kind of monster.

but……

Turning around, walking to the desk, and flipping through the documents on it, Su Jinmo looked at the photos and basic information, as well as the information inquiry form investigated by the public security system on one side, with surging winds and clouds emerging in his amber eyes.

Xiang Xiliu, Xiang Xiliu, so it's not flowing west...

So, what kind of existence are you?

What is behind this disguise?
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Scene dividing line for small works ---
Fleeing from that office and that man in a hurry, Xiang Xiliu didn't get on the elevator, but went straight down the escape stairs.

It wasn't until after running more than a dozen floors that he was exhausted and sat down at the corner of the stairs, trembling and touching his lips.

The scene just now was like a dream, and he couldn't remember many details.

It seemed that there was the most powerful bomb that blew up the memory just now.

Trying hard to recall, but I can only remember the warm lips sticking to it, and the faint fragrance at the tip of the nose.

His chest seemed to be torn apart, his throat seemed to explode, but he still couldn't hide the trembling all over his body.

As soon as he lowered his head, he bit his wrist, letting the gradually deepening pain cover up the fear just now.

Finally, he curled up on the stairs, buried his face between his knees, and remained still for a long time.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath...

(End of this chapter)