Lu Bei opened the door with a straight face, bowed slightly inside, and said, "Young marshal, someone is here." ”

"Hmm." It was dark in the room, the lights were not turned on, the curtains were completely closed, and someone answered in the darkness.

The man's magnetic voice, with a hint of weirdness in the dark room, and his mellow voice was hoarse and pleasant, obviously very good, but it felt like it was from hell, which made people can't help but be vigilant.

Xu Yi's nerves tensed instantly, her back straightened, she paused at the door slightly, and then walked in without hesitation......

As soon as she walked in, the door behind her slammed shut, and before her eyes could adjust, the lights suddenly lit up.

She squinted, and dimly saw a warm gold, and only when her eyes were used to it did she see the furnishings around her.

The Presidential Suite, which is worthy of a seven-star hotel, is divided into internal and external rooms, European-style furniture, sofas, and fireplaces, and the luxurious crystal chandelier overhead sprinkles brilliant lights, illuminating the entire bedroom.

Even the carpet is magnificent, delicate and neat without a trace of dust.

If you step on it, you are afraid of tarnishing this handmade artwork.

The corners of Xu Yi's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, her eyes showed mockery, she raised her eyes, and without warning, she met a pair of deep dark eyes-

In the center of the living room, a man reclines on a retro-style leather sofa, wearing a black shirt that blends in with the dark brown sofa.

He folded his legs and squinted at her in the posture of an emperor, his bewitching handsome face was cold, and he could not see joy or anger, and there was exploration and scrutiny in his black eyes as sharp as an eagle.

The man's aura is strong, and his noble temperament is natural, as if he is born with a bad spirit, which can easily shock the audience.

Especially those eyes, which are too sharp, can make people have nothing to hide and see everything!

Xu Yixiu frowned slightly, standing at the door of the room without moving, she keenly smelled a faint smell of wine in the air, not strong, but lingering around for a while.

"Mr. Prison ......"

She was just about to speak, when at the same time, the door of the inner room "clicked" slightly, Xu Yi subconsciously turned her head and saw a woman in a black suit coming out of it.

The woman was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, dressed professionally, with shoulder-length chestnut curls, a delicate face, a tall figure, about 173 centimeters, and six inches of heels on the soles of her feet, slightly taller than her.

is not only young and beautiful, this woman is capable, with her own momentum, and her eyes are shrewd.

She glanced at Xu Yi, her footsteps did not stop, she walked in front of the man, and bent down slightly: "Young marshal, your towel ......"

She handed over a white towel, which was steaming hot, and in her other hand held a cup full of water, waiting for the man's instructions.

Prison Jin Si didn't answer, his eyes fell on Xu Yi, he never moved, the atmosphere was a little depressing, the woman in the suit lowered her eyes, and her eyebrows were getting lower and lower.

"Mr. Prison, can I talk to you alone?" Xu Yi walked a few steps and stood four or five meters away from him, looking at him across the coffee table.

Her voice was quite polite, but there was anger in her eyebrows, if it weren't for the current unfavorable situation, she would have been unable to hold back her hot temper.

Hearing this, the man snorted coldly, and finally made a move, he turned his head sideways, and his three-dimensional facial features were deep and dazzling under the light, like the most perfect statue of the god in Greek mythology.

"Why, do you think I'm going to talk to you?"