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When Su Wen went to the washroom, his face was abnormally red. Du Haichuan looked at it, and for some reason, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly stood up and tried to distract his attention.

"I'll take you down." Of course, Su Ming wouldn't let her wait until she fell asleep. There was still a man in the bathroom, how could she sleep!

It was safer to see one out first.

Du Haichuan nodded, he also felt that it was not appropriate for him to continue staying here.

Su Su wrote a letter and put on a coat, then escorted Du Haichuan to the elevator. At the elevator, Du Haichuan said, "Tomorrow, the Liu Family members want to go to the West Lake, but you haven't been to Hangzhou, right? Tomorrow. "Just a few youngsters. Mom and Dad aren't here."

Su Ming thought about it for a moment and said cautiously, "Tomorrow, I might have other things to do. Can you not go?"

She had no choice but to be cautious. If Liu Qingyan wanted to go as well, she could only avoid him.

Du Haichuan was a little disappointed, but he did not say anything. He explained a few more things to his mother, and then left.

Su Ming waited for the elevator door to close before hurriedly returning to his room.

The door was open, the bathroom door was open, and the house was empty.

Liu Qingyan had already left.

Su Wen was stunned for a moment. Then, he hurriedly entered the room, locked the iron chains and locked the door.

He was afraid that the haunting ghost would push its way in again.

That sleep was not a peaceful one, and Su wrote back to his dream.

Ever since she met Du Haichuan, it had been a long time since she had a dream. But now, all her dreams had come and gone.

In his turbulent childhood, his father had always been elusive, and his mother had always cried.

When she was in her second year of high school, her mother suddenly said to her and her sister, "Your father …" "Perhaps, the death penalty is coming."

She wasn't actually surprised. Su Mo had long since found out about his father's occupation: a drug dealer, the lowest drug dealer. She knew that something would happen to him sooner or later.

Papa deserves to go to jail, Sue wrote to herself.

But she was still surprised to hear that he might die, and she knew very well that her father was just a little hoodlum who ran errands for her, that he couldn't be involved in that big deal, that he was a scapegoat — but they were widows and orphans, without background, without money, without anyone to turn to.

It was at that time that Su wrote to Liu Qingyan.

One of my father's friends, when my mother was on her knees begging for help, casually said, "It's no use begging me. Unless you can get Liu Qingyan to help you, you will be sentenced to death by hook or by crook. "

The speaker had no intention, but the listener had. Su Ming, who accompanied his mother to beg for help, asked in a low voice, "Who is Liu Qingyan?"

"You actually don't know Liu Qingyan?" That person sneered, "If even he doesn't know, then why do you want to go to the capital to fish for people? A French official is his grandfather's bodyguard!"

That was the first time Su Chen had heard of Liu Qingyan's name. He also understood that in the judiciary, Liu Qingyan was an extremely blessed person.

She hid in his usual nightclub or restaurant, observing his habits and hobbies, and while he entertained his friends, she begged her mother, Sang, to take her to the box in which Liu Qingyan stayed.

Then she looked at him and asked, "Do you want me?"

Doyouwantme?

She wore heavy makeup, but it was hard to hide her purity, and her eyes shone like a cat's, like Cleopatra's in front of Caesar.