Chapter 217: The Drunken Oriental Night

At this time, I saw a graceful and luxurious lady in a dark purple evening dress Lin Hanxi appearing holding a pure white princess dress, and behind him was Lin Hanyu in a white suit.

Su Zhuo'er suddenly clenched her fists, her chest was full of anger, and she stared straight at the woman in purple clothes with a smile on her face, the femme fatale-hearted woman - Luo Suya!

This woman has separated herself from her younger brother for ten years, and she is the indirect murderer who bankrupted her father's company.

But why didn't I see my uncle, it was rumored that Lin Qiuhai was in poor physical condition and was now recuperating abroad.

Su Zhuoer looked at Luo Suya, who had a proud face, and hated itchy. At this time, a maid happened to pass by, and Su Zhuoer stopped her, "Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" She asked politely.

The maid smiled sweetly and pointed in the direction, "Just go straight there and turn a corner." With that, the maid prepared to leave.

"Wait, please take me there, I'm a road idiot, and I have no sense of direction at all." Su Zhuo'er disturbed her head and said stupidly.

The maid was also enthusiastic, and led her directly through the crowd to the bathroom. As soon as she entered the door, Su Zhuoer quickly slapped the back of the maid's neck, and the maid fell.

Then Su Zhuoer dragged her into a single squatting position, quickly took off her maid suit and her own dress, tore off the roses on her head and threw them into the flush toilet, then put the maid suit on her body, locked the door lock and stood on the toilet and climbed out.

When she came to the hall, she looked around casually, and then slipped up the stairs with a tray casually.

The art gallery on the second floor is filled with famous paintings and precious works of art from around the world, and the long red carpet stretches to the end of the corridor, where endless rooms are facing each other.

Su Zhuoer casually opened the door of a room, and the next second she blushed and retreated, because a passionate drama that was not suitable for children was being staged inside, a man and a woman were naked, and the room was full of ambiguous moans.

Su Zhuoer sweated wildly, is this the "Yihong Courtyard", and Luo Suya is the legendary "old bustard"?

I really feel a little bit like this, but this kind of dinner is just a place for Miss Qianjin's romantic son, these things should be more common in the upper class, Su Zhuoer let out a sigh of relief, and continued to look for Luo Suya's room.

But after looking for a few in a row, it was basically that kind of "hand-to-hand fight", which made her a little disappointed.

At the end of the hallway, though, she found a tightly locked room. At this time, Su Zhuoer took out a thin wire from her hair and inserted it into the keyhole, and with only a few turns, the door opened.

She looked around cautiously, and seeing that there was no one, she quickly dodged into the room, and then closed the door gently.

Time was of the essence, and she had to dare to find what she was looking for before the maid woke up and get out of the way.

This room is extravagant, with dark green satin curtains, a baroque scalloped double bed, velvet Chipendale gilded furniture, and alcoops-carved alcoves, and a golden wall covered with large paintings, from curtain boxes and picture frames to inlaid gilt tables against the wall, and rosewood and imitation gold leaf, intarsia basswood, and even the ceiling and door frames are gilded.

Su Zhuoer sighed at the woman's extravagance and vanity.

She quickly rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find evidence that could give Rusa a fatal blow.