She got into the car behind her. Cheng Haohan's blood-red eyes looked at Xia Ziyan in the rear mirror.
Why can she be so calm without even a word of begging for mercy? How arrogant is she? If he doesn't like her arrogance, he will destroy her arrogance.
The car is moving.
Cheng Haohan was very familiar with this city. This was Murong Chengdu's territory. He also wanted to come and visit this godfather who wanted his life with others.
Murong Chengdu's villa is not inferior to Abel's, and there are more people on his territory.
His villa has the style of a European country. It looks like an ancient castle on the outside, with many checkpoints set up on the winding mountains and in the middle of the mountain roads.
Many people are somewhat familiar with Cheng Haohan and are not embarrassed.
However, when he arrived at the door of the villa, several of Murong Chengdu's men asked him to wait at the door.
Cheng Haohan is patient and patient.
A customized Rolls-Royce sports car stopped in front of their car.
Rolling down the window, Murong Fei leaned lazily on the glass, her eyes looking at Cheng Haohan with a trace of mockery and sarcasm.
Unfortunately, when Cheng Haohan saw her, he pretended not to see her and didn't even roll down the car window.
Murong Feil's face was a little embarrassed, and there was also a hint of anger. No one in this world dared to ignore her. She just couldn't stand that Cheng Haohan was more arrogant than her, so when Xiang Shangtian came to negotiate with her, she
When he heard that he could kill Cheng Guohan, he readily agreed and helped Xiang Shangtian persuade Murong Chengdu.
Murong Chengdu wanted to expand his power, so Xiang Shangtian offered a more favorable condition. If he helped him, he could provide direct access to arms.
So, they cooperated.
Murong Feil got out of the car proudly and leaned lazily against Cheng Haohan's car door. His fingers covered with black nails were slender and beautiful.
She knocked on the window and signaled Cheng Haohan to lower the window.
Cheng Haohan got out of the car directly. Murong Fei was startled and the car door hit her small waist.
Murong Feier got out of the way in embarrassment.
Cheng Haohan came down and looked at Murong Fei. She was wearing heavy makeup, it was already October, and she was wearing a miniskirt and a pair of black stockings.
Murong Feier is a well-known socialite in the circle, he knows.
I heard that she once brought some little sisters to call two cowherds. One night, the two pretended cowherds were drained by them, and they never appeared in the cowherd world again.
Her demand in certain areas is terrifying. Her reputation in the industry is higher than that of Murong Chengdu to some extent.
"What are you doing, Miss Murong?" Cheng Haohan asked lazily, his eyes still showing disdain for her.
She couldn't stand the way others looked at her.
"Are you not dead yet?" She said directly, wanting to see Cheng Haohan's fear.
"Death, aren't there many men who have died under Miss Murong?" He answered the question and said even more sarcastically.
Murong Feier looked at Cheng Haohan. He was used to seeing French men. The Chinese man Cheng Haohan would not lose to those tall men in terms of figure. He had a strong physique that she liked. His face was even more perfect than her, who was a beauty.
They were both beautiful. In an instant, Murong Fei wanted to conquer him.
"Are you coming to see my dad today? Come in." Murong Fei said and walked into the car.
If this pretty lady drives here, Cheng Haohan can certainly go in.
He raised the corners of his mouth and his eyes flashed with bright colors. He turned back and glanced at Xia Ziyan's car. Xia Ziyan met Cheng Haohan's eyes through the car window.
Cheng Haohan looked away and got in the car!
That kind of look made Xia Ziyan feel what kind of attention he had on her.
There must be one, she had already thought that there would be one, but she didn’t know what it was!
Go in. Murong Chengdu is not there.
Cheng Haohan sat in the living room and lay lazily on the sofa.
Xia Ziyan and his men stood behind him.
Murong Fei was sitting on the master's chair. She put her hands on the railing of the chair and crossed her legs.
"My father is not here. If you need anything, I can tell you." She acted like a queen.
"There are some things. Do you like Xiang Shangtian?" Cheng Haohan asked deliberately, raising the corners of his mouth slightly.
Murong Feier pretended to remember!
"There seems to be someone who is on the same level as you, Cheng Haohan, but it's a pity that I don't like him." She said arrogantly.
What she means is that she looks down on Cheng Haohan.
Cheng Haohan remained calm, "Since my godfather is not here, I'd better leave first. I'll come back to visit when he comes." Cheng Haohan stood up and ignored her embarrassed expression.
"I'm telling you clearly, if you want my father to help you, you must please me. One word from me will be worth a thousand words from you." Murong Fei knew the purpose of his coming, so he lured him out.
"To please? How to please? To please your self-esteem or your lower body, if it is your self-esteem. I'm sorry, in my eyes you have no self-esteem and cannot be pleased. If it is just your lower body, I have many strong men, and you should not be able to do it for one night.
Problem."
Murong Feil's face turned red with anger.
"Cheng Haohan, you will pay the price for your unreasonableness today." Murong Fei stood up from his chair and followed a few steps.
Cheng Haohan ignored her and reached out to hold her waist in his hand, "When you fall in love with me one day, you will know the Chinese proverb about pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger."
His eyes were burning, with a hint of teasing, but for no reason, Murong Fei had a crush on such a bad boy. However, thinking of Cheng Haohan's unreasonable treatment of her in the past, she didn't want to let him succeed so quickly.
"It's a pity that I don't like you." Murong Fei said deliberately.
If you want to conquer a man as evil as Guo Han, you must not let him conquer so quickly.
Cheng Haohan let go of Murong Feil's waist.
"It's really boring. Let's go." Cheng Haohan turned around and left without even remembering.
"When godfather comes back, ask him to call me." Cheng Haohan didn't even look back, he was so unruly.
Murong Feil locked his back tightly with Cheng Haohan and pursed his red lips.
Angry at his neglect, no man has ever ignored her like this, except Cheng Haohan!
This man is really annoying.
France, a high-end six-star hotel.
Xia Ziyan was arranged in Cheng Haohan's presidential suite, but she didn't share a room with him. She lived in the back room.
Cheng Haohan ignored her and seemed a little unfamiliar.
The punishment she was waiting for has not come yet, and the more it doesn't come, the more frightening it becomes.
Cheng Haohan came out of the shower, wrapped in a bath towel.
"Come out." He ordered, his voice cold.
Xia Ziyan came out of the room with a calm expression and was calm and calm.
"Please me." He said coldly, without even looking at Xia Ziyan, looking at the air in front of him, very heartless and alienated.
"My dad, how is he doing now?" Xia Ziyan asked, this was her only concern.
"He's been well taken care of by me. Don't worry, I won't hurt him if you're good." His tone was still cold.
It seems that there is really no emotion between him and her, only transactions and coercion.