Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 1233

Six hundred milliliters of blood is not much, and she even said that she wanted to benefit.

Lin Lang should know who she is, know that she is Nan Qiao's president, and know that there is Fu Nanli behind her.

Not only can she promise money, but she can also promise good resources, a well-made blockbuster, for her six hundred milliliters of blood, no matter how she thinks she will not lose.

Why doesn't she want to talk at all?

It's really strange.

But all came, and it happened to be late in the evening. He Xihuai was still a bit human, so they would live in his villa at night and leave early tomorrow morning.

His house is really the best representative of luxury and lust. The three-story villa is decorated in a very luxurious style. After entering, it is like entering a European royal castle. There is a large outdoor swimming pool, an indoor swimming pool, and the water temperature is constant. Jump down and swim.

The height of the villa is extremely high. The long square tables in the dining room are covered with white tablecloths, and the candles and crystal chandeliers exude luxury gold.

Is a very extravagant master.

He Xihuai pointed to the second floor: "The bedroom where you two rest is there, next to each other. Don't walk around at night."

Wen Qiao glanced at him, what does this sentence mean? Is he suggesting something?

The night came quickly, and Wen Qiao returned to the bedroom. The bedroom decoration style was still gorgeous. He asked the maid here and said that it was like this when his husband bought it. The one who lived two hundred years ago is indeed Princes and nobles from Europe.

It's not difficult to understand this luxurious decoration style.

Wen Qiao lay on the princess bed, staring at the ceiling above her head. On it was a mural in oil painting style. It was about the gods of ancient Greece. She didn't know much about that. Just looking at it, she felt sleepy. , She quickly closed her eyes and met Zhou Gong.

Suddenly a very slight knock on the door was heard at night.

Knock, very light, very light, if there is nothing, it seems to be tentative, Wen Qiao woke up somehow, the house was dark, there were no street lights outside the villa, only the cold autumn moonlight sprinkled on the gorgeous decoration Inside the bedroom.

She heard the knock on the door, got out of bed, walked to the door with her bare feet on the soft carpet, and whispered: "Who is it?"

"I."

He Xihuai's voice.

Wen Qiao frowned and raised his hand to see the time. At two o'clock in the morning, what is he doing at this time? It’s not appropriate to click into a girl’s room, right?

She put her hand on the door bolt lightly, and said lightly: "What's the matter with Mr. He?"

"About Lin Lang, I want to talk to you."

Wen Qiao frowned deeper: "Lin Lang? Hasn't he already said it during the day? Is there anything else to say?"

"Yes, you open the door and let me go in and say."

Through the crack of the door, there was a quiet light from outside. Wen Qiao leaned on the door and said coldly: "Excuse me, lonely man and widow, it is not suitable to live in the same room at night, what's the matter, let's tomorrow morning How about talking at the dinner table?"

Suddenly there was no sound outside, and she didn't even hear footsteps, but it was a dead silence.

The tall figure standing outside the door stood silently like this, without any sound, a pair of deep and gloomy eyes staring straight at the wooden door, as if with penetrating ability.

Suddenly no sound can be heard, she should open the door to take a look outside.

But after waiting ten minutes, this door never opened.

(End of this chapter)