Chapter 64

At the moment, the Peninsula villa is about to rain, the air is low suffocating.

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"Found someone?" Fu Zhiyan glanced at him coldly.

Andy didn't dare to look at him again. He lowered his eyes respectfully. "Mr. Fu, Miss Han is at the kefling hotel."

"Where is Quan Rong Lian?" His tone is unpredictable.

Andy more or less understand his temper, silently prayed for Han Xiaoye, honest answer, "Quan Shao is also with miss."

Fu Zhiyan's eye fire finally started a prairie fire!

An indescribable anger burned into his heart, and he suddenly remembered what the group had just said.

Quan Shao said that it was the woman he was covering.

Oh!

Han Xiaoye! Han Xiaoye!

Fu Zhiyan clenched his fist, and the outline of his face was tight.

Andy was almost afraid to breathe because of his strong gas field. After a long time, he asked softly, "Mr. Fu, do you want to go down to pick up the young lady?"

"No

Fu Zhiyan closed his eyes and began to see the rain.

"You go back."

He wants to see what time she will come back, or he doesn't plan to come back tonight.

Andy didn't dare to disobey his orders and backed out.

Outside, I don't know when it began to rain. It was getting darker and darker. The quartz clock in the living room was ticking. I don't know how long later, the door of the villa was finally pushed open——

Han Xiaoye trotted in all the way, but she didn't realize the danger. He stamped his feet coldly, took off his wet coat and was ready to go upstairs.

All of a sudden.

All the lights in the living room are on.

"Back?"

She was startled, looked back at the person sitting on the sofa, patted her chest, "Fu Zhiyan, why are you sitting here in the middle of the night?"

"Waiting for you."

"Are you really waiting for me?" Han Xiaoye's heart is sweet. She smiles from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes are bent like crescent moon.

Fu Zhiyan's eyes were deep and unpredictable. He suddenly asked, "is it fun today?"

man Don't want to let Fu Zhiyan worry, more don't want to let Fu Zhiyan know about Quan Ronglian, so casually should sentence, "it's OK, is singing and playing games, but more people, play especially lively. Fu Zhiyan, you don't know. I'm very unlucky in playing games today. I always lose. "

She looked at him cunningly with her smart eyes, and then said in a light tone, "well, it's not as the old saying goes, the gambling house is frustrated and the love scene is happy. I'm so frustrated today. Is it true that I'm going to be happy in love? "

She lied.

Fu Zhiyan's eyes flashed through the haze, and his temples danced patiently. Ignoring her, he asked, "where's your coat?"

"The coat is in..." she said half, and suddenly remembered that the coat was still in the bathroom of the hotel. With a thump in her heart, she kept the smile on her face. Then he looked up and said, "Gee, where's my coat? I thought I was wearing it. I guess I'm in a hurry. I forgot to take it. "

"Oh? Forget to take it? Where did you forget? "

"The cash box, of course."

Fu Zhiyan approached her, Eagle like eyes looked at every expression on her face, and gave her another chance, "are you sure you dropped your coat in the cash cabinet?"

Han Xiaoye also noticed something wrong, but she chose to lie at the beginning, and then had to use countless lies to make up. Under Fu Zhiyan's gaze, she pursed her lips uneasily, "... It should be."

"Should I? Did you go to any other place besides the cash box tonight? " Fu Zhiyan's thin lips became a straight line, and his anger was on the verge of bursting out. Although there was no abnormality on his face, people familiar with him should have noticed the back of his hand.

But today, Han Xiaoye has gone through ups and downs several times, and he is lying again. He is very guilty. He didn't notice the storm in his voice. She didn't realize that Fu Zhiyan had known everything, and she suddenly thought of it“ Ah, I remember. I dropped it on the sofa in the till. "

"Enough!"

Fu Zhiyan's voice completely cooled down.

He gave her opportunities again and again, but she chose to lie to him again and again.

What did she do when she went to the hotel with Quan Ronglian? So much so that, in order to conceal it, she did not even mention what happened in the cash box.

What makes him most concerned and angry is why he is in a critical situation. The person she chose to ask for help is Quan Ronglian, not him!

Fu Zhiyan thought of the time when she disappeared in the hospital. It was the same situation. It was for the same man that she lied to him.

Is too much connivance to her, she will challenge his bottom line again and again.

"Fu Zhiyan, you... Ah..."

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Late autumn night, the weather is cold. In addition, it's raining outside, and the cold and humid air is penetrating into the body. Han Xiaoye can't stand a shiver, showing a layer of goose bumps on his belly.

"How did you get that injury? Where's your cell phone? " Fu Zhiyan didn't wait for her to answer. He pinched her chin and took a picture of her eyes. "Let me tell you, your injury was in the cash box, right? Your mobile phone was also broken in the cash box. But what are you telling me? I had a good time in the cash box. Han Xiaoye, I have been giving you opportunities since you entered the door. But you chose to lie to me again and again. I remember warning you not to lie to me any more. Have you ever taken my warning to heart? "

"I..."

The lie was exposed by Fu Zhiyan mercilessly. She was flustered and wronged.

Yes, she did.

But she didn't lie all to hide her identity as a gossip paparazzi.

She's not afraid of him.

As a result, he not only did not comfort her, but also interrogated her again and again. Who does he think she is? A prisoner?

But what's wrong with her? Did she want to be dragged to the box for no reason? Is she trying to be manipulated? Did she want to get hurt?

Why is he angry? Why should I be angry with her!

The more Han Xiaoye thought about it, the more aggrieved and angry she was. Her stubborn temper suddenly came up. Unwilling to be outdone, he looked at him, "Mr. Fu, since he knows everything, why ask me? As for warning, I just don't need warning. There are too many warnings on weekdays. General manager Fu's warning... Hiss, let me think about it. Oh, sorry, I can't remember. Look at my memory. How about Mr. Fu warning me again? "