Six hundred milliliters of blood, not much, and even she went straight to the point and said that she wanted to promise benefits.

Lin Lang should know who she is, know that she is the president of Nanqiao, and know that there is Fu Nanli behind her.

She can not only promise money, but also good resources, a well-made blockbuster, in exchange for her 600 milliliters of blood, no matter how you think about it, she will not lose.

Why didn't she want to talk at all?

It's really weird.

But they all came, and it happened to be evening, and He Xihuai was still a little humane, so let them stay in his villa at night and leave early tomorrow morning.

His house is really the best representative of arrogance and lasciviousness, three-storey villa, decoration style is extremely luxurious, after entering it is like entering the royal castle of Europe, there is a large swimming pool outside, there is a swimming pool indoors, the water temperature is constant, you can jump down and swim at any time.

The villa is extremely high, with a long square table covered with a white tablecloth and a candle crystal chandelier glowing with extravagant gold.

It's a pretty extravagant and wasteful master.

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

Wen Qiao glanced at him, what does the phrase "don't mess around" mean? Is he hinting at something?

The night soon came, Wen Qiao returned to the bedroom, which was still decorated in a gorgeous style, and asked the maid here, saying that it was like this when their husband bought it, and that it was indeed a prince and nobleman from Europe who lived two hundred years ago.

It's not hard to understand this luxurious style of décor.

Wen Qiao was lying on the princess's bed, staring at the ceiling above her head, on which was a mural, in the style of an oil painting, 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 there was a faint knock on the door during the night.

Knock, very light, very light, if there seems to be nothing, as if tempting, Wen Qiao somehow woke up, the house was dark, there was not even a street lamp outside the villa, only the cold moonlight of autumn sprinkled in the richly decorated bedroom.

When she heard a knock at the door, she got out of bed, walked barefoot and on the soft carpet to the door, and whispered, "Who is it?" ”

"Me."

He Xihuai's voice.

Wen Qiao frowned, raised his hand to look at the time, two o'clock in the morning, what is he doing at this time? It's not appropriate to enter a girl's room, right?

She gently put her hand on the deadbolt and said lightly, "Is there something wrong with Mr. He?" ”

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

Wen Qiao's brows furrowed even deeper: "Lin Lang? Didn't you already say it during the day? Anything else to say? ”

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

Through the crack in the door, there was a faint light seeping in outside, Wen Qiao leaned against the door, and said coldly: "I'm sorry, lonely men and widows, it's not suitable to be in the same room in the middle of the night, what's the matter, let's talk about it at the dinner table tomorrow morning, how about it?" ”

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

The tall figure standing outside the door stood silently without any sound, a pair of deep eyes full of gloom staring straight at the wooden door, as if it had the ability to penetrate.

Suddenly she couldn't hear a sound, and she should have opened the door to take a look outside.

But after ten minutes of waiting, the door never opened.