As Pan Xichen left, the man on the bed had an evil curve on his lips.
In his blue eyes, there was a light that could not be easily noticed by others. He looked at the direction in which the little girl was leaving and smiled slightly.
To him, those few strokes she had just done were no different from scratching an itch.
However, being beaten a few times in order to get rid of a woman is really not a big deal.
Fortunately, this little girl was not difficult to deal with. After a few beatings, she calmed down and left on her own.
But why did he feel empty in his heart after this girl left?
He smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and then stepped into the bathroom next to him, where the sound of water gurgling could be heard.
As soon as Pan Xichen left the room, he hurried to the first floor of the auditorium.
God bless her, her things are still there, and Wang Xiaoxiao helped her get her salary yesterday.
Otherwise, how will she live in the days after graduation?
Fortunately, there was nothing valuable in her bag, so her bag was still lying there quietly under the bar.
Opening the bag, there was a note inside: Xichen, I waited for you for a long time and didn't come back. I just went to the toilet. Where did you die? I collected your salary for you. Come back and ask for it.
As soon as the note was put away in his hand, Pan Xichen breathed a sigh of relief.
It's okay, okay, as long as she gets the money. You know, she is very short of money now.
If she loses last night's salary, then she may really be in trouble for the next few days.
After carrying his bag and straightening his messy long hair, Pan Xichen stood up from behind the wine cabinet and walked out the door.
At the same time, there were footsteps coming upstairs. She turned around when she heard the sound, and suddenly she saw that hateful handsome man slowly walking down the stairs.
She glared at him angrily, then shook her long, refreshing hair, turned around, and left coolly.
Seeing her actions in the eyes of the man, she just shook her head helplessly.
This little girl is really interesting.
Behind him, several of the young masters and ladies who invited him here last night had already come down from upstairs.
Seeing him standing at the corner of the stairs, looking downstairs, someone couldn't help but ask: "Fred, who are you looking at?"
