Chapter 1233

Six hundred milliliters of blood, not much, even she said to the point that she wanted to make a profit.

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

She can not only allow money, but also good resources, a well-made blockbuster, for her 600 ml blood, how to think she is not losing.

Why doesn't she want to talk at all?

It's really strange.

But all of them came, and it was evening. He xihuai had some human nature. He asked them to stay in his villa at night and leave early tomorrow morning.

His house is really the best representative of extravagance. It is a three story villa with luxurious decoration style. After entering, it is like entering the royal castle in Europe. There is a large swimming pool outdoors and a swimming pool indoors. The water temperature is constant, so you can jump down and swim at any time.

The villa is very high, and the square table in the dining room is covered with white tablecloth. The candlestick and crystal chandelier are shining with luxury gold.

He's a very extravagant and wasteful master.

He xihuai pointed to the second floor: "you two rest bedroom, there, next to, don't walk around at night."

Wenjo glanced at him. What did that mean? Is he implying something?

The night soon came, and Wenqiao returned to his bedroom. The decoration style of the bedroom was still gorgeous. He asked the servants here and said that his husband was like this when he bought it. Two hundred years ago, he lived in the aristocracy from Europe.

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

Wenqiao lies on the princess bed and stares at the ceiling above her head. There is a mural painting style. It tells about the gods of ancient Greece. She doesn't know much about that. She just looks at it and gets sleepy. She soon closes her eyes and meets Duke Zhou.

There was a slight knock on the door at night.

It was very light and light. If there was something like nothing, it seemed to be testing. Wenqiao didn't know how to wake up. The house was dark, and there were no street lamps outside the villa. Only the bleak autumn moonlight sprinkled on the ornate bedroom.

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

"Me."

He xihuai's voice.

Wenjo frowned and raised his hand to see the time. At two o'clock in the morning, what was he doing here? This point into the girls' room, is not suitable?

Her hand gently put on the bolt, light way: "Mr. He, what can I do for you?"

"I want to talk to you about Lin Lang

Wenqiao frowned deeper: "Lin Lang? Didn't you say that during the day? Is there anything else to say? "

"Yes, open the door and let me in and say it."

Through the crack of the door, there was a faint light coming in. Wenqiao leaned against the door and said in a cold voice, "I'm sorry, I'm lonely. It's not suitable to share a room in the middle of the night. What's the matter? Let's talk about it at the dinner table tomorrow morning

Suddenly there was no sound outside. She didn't even hear the footsteps, but there was silence.

The tall figure standing outside the door stood quietly, without any sound. His deep and gloomy eyes were staring at the wooden door as if it had penetrating power.

Suddenly she couldn't hear anything. She should have opened the door to see what was going on outside.

But after ten minutes, the door did not open.