C8

To be able to drive a Hummer in Beijing was indeed eye-catching. It was not because of its price, but rather because of the congestion.

He followed the bus and stopped at every stop. I got off the bus one step ahead, crossed the alley, and turned the corner a few more.

But when I got to my lodging, I saw the eyesore Hummer with a cold face trying to ignore him. He got out of the car and followed me, saying lightly, "You've gone too far. Don't look back and go upstairs."

I turned my head and coldly said, "I'm warning you, don't follow me."

He smiled evilly, "Call the police. Although you lost your phone, I can lend it to you." I stopped and looked at him. He had a low-key nameplate and a domineering and noble aura, so I couldn't ignore him. I was really confused that day, why didn't I take a good look at him?

I looked at him impatiently. "What do you want?"

"I am very unhappy."

"It has nothing to do with me."

"I feel like I've been courted. In my 25 years of life, no one has ever dared to do such a thing." He glared at me coldly and said, "Mo QianXun, so..."

Therefore, I coldly snorted, "Just return the money to me."

"How can there be such a simple and easy matter? This young master's mental injuries, can you afford to compensate me?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at me as if I were his prey.

It seemed that the more I couldn't do anything about it, the happier he was.

He was as abnormal as Zheng Dongzi and the others.

She raised her head and looked at him. "Then what do you want?" Why force me to ask? He thought that he had the means and the means, but it was too crappy.

"Darling, I feel that our bodies were very happy that night."

I coldly laughed, "This is already a mistake, how can I continue to be wrong?" Goodbye, farewell. " They walked past him to the narrow staircase.

He must have looked into my affairs so thoroughly that I couldn't hide where I lived.

"Mo QianXun, you're quite interesting." He whistled. "Are you trying to arouse my curiosity?"

I looked back at him condescendingly and said in a softer tone, "I don't mean anything else. Let's drop what happened that day. I won't tell anyone else."

This kind of person could not be challenged, or else there would be no end to it.

He said somewhat arrogantly: "I, Ji Xiaobei."

I don't care who you are, I'm just laughing along.

He took out a business card. On the black card was only Ji Xiaobei with three words, 'Gold Stamping'. Although his name was somewhat childish, it was domineering on the black card with a series of numbers below it.

I'll give you three days to call me." He turned around and drove away in his black Hummer.

The first thing I did when I opened the door was to throw his business card in the trash.

Three days later, when you can't remember who I am, the fool will call you obediently.