Agni Group: Good Morning Black Boss

silence.

Deathly silence.

Bright lights shine on.

Shangguan Rui stood at the door, with a tall and straight body, a face as cold and hard as a knife, deep facial features, and black pupils that were dark and boundless... Step by step, he walked slowly...

He looked like a very dangerous enchanting charm.

Sikong Lingge's chest twitched hard, and he felt that nothing good would happen.

Why is Shangguan Rui looking at him like this?

Didn't Zhixing say that he wasn't angry at all about signing the marriage certificate?

His current expression didn't look like he was angry at all, on the contrary, he was extremely angry!

Although Shangguan Rui's face didn't change much, Sikong Linge knew that Shangguan Rui's lungs exploded with anger at this moment!

What does he want to do?

Sikong Lingge stared at Shangguan Rui anxiously, his whole heart was hanging in his throat, his face turned pale.

Shangguan Rui looked pale, and walked slowly towards Sikong Lingge step by step.

His footsteps were so soft that no sound could be heard at all.

But from Sikong Linge's point of view, every step of Shangguan Rui's footsteps weighs a thousand catties——

One, two, three...

They all stepped on Sikong Lingge's tense nerves.

Every time Shangguan Rui took a step, Sikong Lingge took a step back with a pale face.

Until there is no way to retreat, the back is stuck to the wall.

The cold touch penetrated into the body.

Sikong Lingge suddenly came back to his senses, knowing that he couldn't stand still like this, otherwise he would never end well!

Taking a deep breath, I turned around and ran...

Shangguan Rui's slender arms crossed over, blocking the way, trapping Sikong Lingge between the cold wall and the hard chest, with no room to turn around and move around.

"Where do you want to go?" The dangerous and sinister voice echoed around in the quiet space.

The scorching breath blows over continuously, entwining around the cheeks as if there is nothing.

Sikong Lingge shuddered so much that Shangguan Rui almost killed his soul.

"It's getting late...I want to rest..." Sikong Lingge stammered uncontrollably.

"What's the rush?" Shangguan Rui said calmly.

The tall body blocks in front of him, condescending.

Deep black eyes, like two sharp knives, cut Sikong Lingge's nerves.

Against the light, the expression on Shangguan Rui's face was no different from that of Satan who came out of hell.

Sikong Lingge didn't dare to look straight at all, his eyes drifted left and right, without a definite number.

Sikong Lingge had to breathe hard to control his trembling——

Shangguan Rui's appearance is really scary.

It was many times more terrifying than when he lost his temper.

Sikong Lingge has a feeling of being cut by a knife——

If he stays any longer, he will definitely be skinned by Shangguan Rui...

Taking a deep breath, Sikong Lingge raised his hand, and pushed forward hard——

Shangguan Rui remained motionless.

Not only did he not move, he even grabbed Sikong Lingge's wrist.

"So scared?" Shangguan Rui pursed his lips coolly, circling Sikong Lingge's long hair repeatedly with his long fingers...

A terrible sense of oppression, like a net, enveloped Sikong Lingge.

Sikong Linge swallowed with difficulty, his voice dry, "Shangguan Rui... what are you doing?"

"Do you know what I'm going to do? Huh?" Shangguan Rui smiled faintly as he spoke.

Sikong listened to the song, and his hair stood on end again, "Shangguan Rui, what the hell are you—"

The lower jaw was caught suddenly, and it was lifted up forcefully.