President, please spoil me!

Xing Hua stared at him blankly, without speaking for a while.

He didn't like her, he hated her, it was clearly shown from the first meeting, and she knew it too.

But at this moment, looking at the coldness in his eyes without warmth, it still seemed to be pricked by a sharp needle.

Maybe she was really a frivolous woman in the past, so she couldn't explain any troubles.

Xing Hua thought so.

"That's a pity," she quickly laughed again, "I'm not casual enough, or I don't know good or bad enough, now that I think about it, strictly speaking, a rich second generation who likes me is indeed better than your husband." Suitable as a short springboard."

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The price of Xing Hua's last sentence was being placed under house arrest.

As soon as she finished speaking, the man who had no warmth at all immediately turned into a pool of deep cold, thick white mist was about to emerge from the crevices of his bones, and his dark eyes were cracked little by little, as if he The whole emotion was broken and collapsed uncontrollably.

Then, he slammed the door straight out.

After he left, the tense nerves all over her body relaxed little by little, and she slowly bent down, and she sat down on the carpet beside the bed without moving for a long time.

Originally, he didn't want to make it so bad, but in the end, he completely pissed him off.

Xing Hua sat on the ground and stared at the rain outside the window in a daze. She didn't even feel any regret for a while, she was dumbfounded.

I don't know how long she sat there, when she remembered that her bag and mobile phone were still left in Xing Xing's apartment, and she was about to go downstairs to make a phone call on the landline, when she opened the door, she saw two men in black.

"Ma'am," one of them explained without waiting for her to speak, "Boss Huo said, I want you to stay in the bedroom."

"What do you mean?"

"It means...you can't go out of this door."

Xing Hua was dumbfounded, "Is he crazy?"

The two lowered their heads slightly, "Madam, please go back."

She still finds it incredible, "Does he want to put me under house arrest?"

The bodyguard didn't answer, which means default.

She asked again, "He won't even let me out of the bedroom door?"

"Yes."

Xing Hua thought that her past might be absurd beyond her imagination, but she really didn't expect that Huo Sicheng would be so absurd that he would put her under house arrest.

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Downstairs, the vestibule.

Tong Ma and other servants were sent out of this area.

Huo Sicheng was sitting on the sofa, with a cigarette between his fingers, the end of the cigarette was flickering on and off, and it was already half lit. Behind the lingering blue and white smoke was the man's handsome face covered in haze.

His eyebrows and eyes were faint, but the other people present did not dare to show their anger.

Jiang Yi coughed in a low voice, and said to the two bodyguards standing side by side, "Why did Madam and Young Master Yu come into contact, and what happened today, you two should explain in detail."

The two looked at each other in dismay, and one of them quickly said, "Mr. Huo, it's like this, Madam will go to a street by the T River to set up a small stall to paint portraits for people these two days, so Young Master Yu... ...Yesterday and today, we arrived early in the morning..."

Jiang Yi frowned and interrupted, "Young Master Yu harassed Madam, you won't report it to me?"

The two looked at each other again, and the other said bravely, "Because we saw that Yu Shaoye...didn't do anything, he just bought paintings from Madam, and after Madam finished painting, he took the painting and left..."

Jiang Yi glanced at the face of the man on the sofa, but he still couldn't see the ripples of his emotions, so he asked again, "I bought the painting and left without talking or staying?"

The bodyguard shook his head, "It's just...there may be a few words during the painting process, but Madam doesn't talk much when painting, so there are few conversations. Madam will chase him after painting, and I don't have much contact with others."

"What about today's business?"

"Just when it was halfway through the painting, it suddenly rained heavily... Young Master Yu seemed to see that the white T-shirt Madam was wearing today would disappear if it got wet, so he asked Madam to hold an umbrella for her, and he helped her carry things... The two of them went together Went to Mrs. Sister's apartment."

Another added, "Mr. Huo, we called Secretary Jiang to report to Secretary Jiang within a few minutes of the rain. In fact, they didn't...stay in the apartment for long. It should be...nothing happened."

The last sentence was really said under pressure.

I always feel that Mr. Huo's silent and incomprehensible appearance is a little scary, which makes people feel creepy.

After Jiang Yi interrogated the words, he reprimanded them and drove them away.

Huo Sicheng had already exhausted the cigarette in his hand, so he lit another one.

"Mr. Huo..." Jiang Yi really couldn't figure out his mood at this time, so he just said tactfully, "I think what happened today... It should be just an accident, Madam should just treat Young Master Yu as a guest, there is no other meaning ..."

Huo Sicheng looked at the rain falling outside the window indifferently.

He thought of the words she said in his arms a few nights ago, soft and sticky, sweet and greasy.

She also remembered the sentence she said just now in the bedroom, looking up at him with her face up——

[A rich second generation who likes me is indeed more suitable as a short-term springboard than your husband. 】

This woman, even with amnesia, still looks like this.

When she likes you, she is endlessly flattering, sweet-talking, well-behaved and submissive, as if she loves you the most in the whole world.

Occasionally, his face changes to show that everything is calculated clearly, almost cold-blooded sobriety.

Ah.

Whoever said she was ignorant of the world, few people knew better than her.

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After Xing Hua was blocked back into the bedroom by the bodyguards, she spent half an hour digesting the news without crying or fussing, let alone trying to jump off the balcony and climb over the wall.

She can't go out, and she will be arrested if she goes out.

In the end, she simply took off her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

After washing out, I feel much more comfortable all over my body.

Holding the notebook in her arms, she sat back on the carpet, facing the French windows.

She didn't know how long he wanted to keep her under house arrest.

I don't know what kind of house arrest he is planning, whether he is simply caught in her in and out, or just ignore her life and let her die without food or drink.

Oh, probably not let her die, because her brother would sue him for murder, and he would not only lose his fortune, but probably go to jail.

After recovering physically and mentally, she finally regretted it a bit.

What do you have to fight with him, let him scold and laugh at you, can't bear it and let it go, wait for her to save more money, find a suitable place to rent a house, and then move out.

It's not worthwhile to make it like this in a moment of anger.

But she didn't expect that at the time, not only did he not lose his temper and throw things, but he locked her up without saying a word.