The secretary, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, saw Chi Yicheng coming out of the chairman's office and hurriedly approached.

"Mr. Chi, Miss Su has been waiting in the hotel for a day, are you going or not. She looked around, saw that no one was passing, and lowered her voice and said, "She has been calling several times, and her tone seems to be very bad." ”

"Let her keep waiting. ”

At ten o'clock in the evening, Chi Yicheng went to the hotel, he took the room card to open the door of the presidential suite, and walked into the room without a sound.

He turned on the light, and Simmons was lying on a sleeping woman on his large bed.

She also held a fruit knife in her hand, as if she wanted to fight desperately with someone at any time, and the woman slept soundly, half of her little face buried in the pillow.

Such Su Zhulu is as well-behaved as a born baby, except for the fruit knife that spoils the scenery.

A sudden wave of anger rose in his heart, and he picked up half a glass of juice on the bedside table and poured it all over her face.

The woman who was sleeping soundly woke up and sat up from the bed, "Are you bastard crazy enough to dare to splash me." ”

The sticky grape juice on her face sent a chill down her heart, but she heard him say in a cold voice, "I can't wait to climb into my bed." ”

Only then did she realize that the money for the hotel was indeed paid by him, after all, she was at a loss, so she just took a tissue and wiped the juice on her face.

She waited all day, but he was nowhere to be seen. In addition, he didn't sleep all night last night, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

"I already know what you asked Uncle Ji to bring. She put down the tissue in her hand and said straight to the point, "I didn't expect you to be so despicable." ”

"I never said I was a decent man. ”

"It's impossible for me to marry you. Su Zhulu stood opposite him barefoot, still neither humble nor arrogant in the face of his strong aura, "I'll pay you back in another way." ”

He looked at her with interest, "Oh?"

Su Zhulu picked up the knife that fell on the bed, stretched out his hand and handed it to him, "Since you believe that I am responsible for the death of your fiancée, then I will give you a life." ”

He didn't take the knife, but just sneered and said, "So you want me to kill you and pay for your life?" I'm a businessman and I never make a loss-making business, so your cheap life is not worth my blood." ”

"I've given you a chance, but you don't want it. She stared back at him.

"It's better to-" He looked at her for a long time, as if she were the guinea pig that she had been holding in his hand, "You might as well do it yourself." ”

She gritted her teeth and aimed the blade at her artery, stabbing it hard.

The blade paused a few millimeters from her delicate skin, and she couldn't help but think of the knife that had been on her neck that day, and the bloody woman.

"Why don't you cut it off?" Chi Yicheng said sarcastically, "I've seen a lot of hypocritical women like you. ”

His words deeply pierced Su Zhulu's heart, and she put down the knife in her hand, "Aren't you hypocritical, the woman you love is still cold now, and she can't wait to marry, won't she fall in love with me——"

"Shut up. He grabbed her by the neck and pushed against the wall behind her.

The back of her head slammed against the wall, and her head went blank.

Only then did he notice the old-fashioned skirt on her body and her clean face, "You have sent it to the door, and you are still pretending to refuse and welcome." ”