Chapter 2 It's not just the eye of a needle

Murong Che's thin lips opened lightly, leaning over again, the hot breath on her cheeks, ambiguous, and her cheeks instantly flushed.

Trouble? Of course, I got into trouble, and it wasn't just a long needle's eye.

"No trouble, no trouble, I don't see anything, let's go, let's go. ”

Su Ying smiled, her expression was particularly funny.

Gently pushed away the man in front of him, and ran away as soon as he lifted his legs.

Because he was so embarrassed, the business card in his pocket accidentally fell to the ground.

Murong Che's hands froze in mid-air, looking at the back of the woman who disappeared like the wind, and a slanting smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Look down, touch the business card on the floor, lean over and pick it up.

"Su Ying, what a courier who makes soy sauce. ”

Reading the name on the business card, Murong Che narrowed his dark eyes, and his eyes were deep.

As if she heard the movement outside, the woman in the lounge tidied up her clothes and walked out with her high heels.

"Che, who is so rude, this kind of person shouldn't stay in Mushi. ”

The woman in the blue hip-wrapping skirt stretched out her arms and rubbed her robe against Murong Che's chest, and no one could control the charm in her eyes.

Murong Che, who was disturbed, waved his hand, and the arm on his chest, which was as thin as a vine, was thrown out, "Get out." ”

The woman was stunned, how could the man who was still fighting amazingly just now suddenly become a person in an instant.

The undead heart pasted it again, as if to quickly set the man on fire.

How could the man push violently, the woman staggered a few steps, fell to the ground in embarrassment, and looked at the uncertain man pitifully.

"Get the hell out of me before I call someone. ”

Murong Che has always been resolute in his actions, especially the words of this woman just now, which completely angered him.

He hates women chewing the root of their tongues the most, and they are self-righteous and blowing the so-called pillow wind.

The woman got up in a daze, stripped her broken hair, walked into the lounge, wore sunglasses, picked up her bag and choked away.

Sitting at his desk, he picked up the phone and dialed, "How's that bill?"

Su Ying, who came out of the Mu family, breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head to look at the building, and shook her head in extreme embarrassment.

When I got home, I changed my clothes tired and came to the restaurant opposite.

"Dad, why do you close your meal so early?"

When I came in just now, I saw a sign hanging outside that the meal was closed, and Su Ying rarely saw her father close the meal so early.

The restaurant was so dark that Su Binghuai couldn't even be seen.

Su Ying came to the switch in a dark way, wanting to turn on a little light.

In the dark, Su Binghuai's squirming voice came, "Please, you talk to the boss again, a few more days, I will definitely make up the time to return you in a few days." ”

Smelling the voice, Su Ying approached suspiciously, "Dad, is something happening?"

After the lights came on, Su Ying saw Su Binghuai sitting by the window.

He frowned, as if something had happened.

Su Binghuai had no intention of responding at all, and still spoke cautiously on the phone, "Don't, don't, if I lose my hands and feet, won't I be able to repay the money? ”

The more Su Ying listened, the more uneasy she felt, usually her father was obsessed with casinos, and she knew that something would happen sooner or later.

Now it seems that something must have happened.

Approaching Su Binghuai's side, he hung up the phone with a sad face, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead.