Chapter 7: Cold-Blooded Guy

When Wen Rui woke up, she only felt as if her head was about to explode.

She wanted to reach out and rub it, only to find that her hand was tied to the bed screen.

At first, Wen Rui thought it was her own illusion, and closed her eyes to look at it again.

When she realized that it wasn't her delusion, she immediately looked around the room!

Unfamiliar room, dim light......

"Who? Who tied me up? What are you going to do? Let go of me, let go of me!"

As she finished speaking, there was the sound of soft footsteps outside.

Wen Rui's face changed suddenly, and the person moved to the side, "You...... What are you going to do? I don't have any money! I really don't have any money!"

"What, do you still want to act?"

A cold cool some familiar voices came.

Wen Rui's body shook, and then opened her eyes.

Simucheng!

"You...... It's you! What are you tying me up? I know you're not a good person! I'm ...... I advise you to let me go, or else I will ......"

"What, break the news with the media?" he sneered, helping her finish her sentence.

Then, he pulled out a knife from behind him.

"You, you, you...... What are you going to do?!" Wen Rui's voice trembled, "Don't come here!"

Wen Rui screamed and closed her eyes tightly!

However, the expected pain never came.

She slowly opened her eyes, and Xi Mucheng just threw the knife on the bedside table.

Then Wen Rui found out that he used a knife to cut the rope on his hand.

"This ...... What's going on?"

Although he was free, but the other party was a man after all, Wen Rui quickly looked at the room, thinking about how she should escape.

She was like that, Xi Mucheng saw her purpose at a glance, "With your brain, even if you are really kidnapped, you will only have to be torn up." ”

"You...... What do you mean by that?"

"It's not interesting, there are a lot of reporters outside, I'll go first, you feel free. ”

Xi Mucheng didn't want to talk nonsense with her, he stood up and was about to leave, Wen Rui grabbed his hand, "No, why are there reporters?

"To put it simply, you got drunk last night, and you didn't pull me, and you went crazy, in order to calm you down, I can only tie you to the bed, as for those reporters outside, I don't know who found them, it's ...... thing for sure."

Xi Mucheng said as he tore her hand away, "I don't want anything to do with you. ”

"I ...... How do I know what you're saying is true?"

"Believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me, Miss Wen, what I have done is benevolent and righteous. ”

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, Wen Rui immediately got off the bed and blocked his way, "No, no, you are leaving now, what should I do?"

Xi Mucheng frowned and looked at her.

"I'm just a street fighter, those reporters are definitely not coming for me, since it's because of you, you shouldn't leave me and run by yourself!"

Xi Mucheng looked at her expressionlessly, "So what?"

Wen Rui quickly put on her shoes, "You have to take me and go with you." ”

"And then make a scandal?" he sneered, "What, I tasted the sweetness last time, and I want to do it again this time?"

"I ...... The last time it was me wrong, I didn't figure it out, but I didn't mean to!"

"It doesn't matter, now, you get out of the way for me. ”

His face had sunk, and Wen Rui was still cowardly, and slowly withdrew his hand.

Xi Mucheng didn't even look at her again, and walked past her.

"Cold-blooded guy!"