Seeing the furious look on Ling Lanchen's face, Xu Xiaoru was stunned for a moment, feeling her heart beat faster and her scalp numb.
If she had known that showing off her strength would result in her having her hands chopped off, she would have kept her mouth shut.
If she had known that Ling Lanchen would get angry if she messed up the room, she would have just slept quietly.
…
Just looking at Ling Lanchen's angry face, Xu Xiaoru thought that he was going to die anyway, so he thought: "Isn't it just messing up your room? What's the big deal? He's a mafia boss, right? If you have the guts, just do it."
Throw me down!"
"Woman, are you too arrogant?" Seeing Xu Xiaoru with her hands on her hips and her chest raised, she stared at Ling Lanchen with wide eyes. Although there was still a trace of fear in her eyes, she spoke in a tone of not admitting defeat. Ling Lanchen squinted.
Eyes, he waved his hand and asked Zhang Ma and Uncle Li to go downstairs, then closed the door and approached Xu Xiaoru.
Seeing Ling Lanchen approaching step by step, Xu Xiaoru felt her legs weaken. Fortunately, there was a cabinet behind her. Xu Xiaoru leaned back and leaned against the cabinet.
"Do you really think I don't dare to throw you down?" Ling Lanchen narrowed his eyes with a cold light, leaned down, rested his nose lightly on Xu Xiaoru's forehead, and said coldly with an irreversible aura.
Hearing this, Xu Xiaoru's eyes flashed. She didn't know where the courage came from. With all her strength, she pushed Ling Lanchen's chest hard with one hand and shouted loudly: "Then throw it, throw it, or don't throw it."
Not a man!"
I originally thought that Ling Lanchen would be furious, but after Xu Xiaoru pushed a few times, a painful expression appeared on Ling Lanchen's dark face. The corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, with a trace of suppressed pain. He covered his chest and backed away.
A few steps.
Xu Xiaoru was still immersed in her own madness, and kept pushing Ling Lanchen's chest, and then kept shouting: "Throw it, throw it!"
"puff……"
The wound cracked after being pushed by Xu Xiaoru. Ling Lanchen tilted his head slightly and spit out a mouthful of bright red. The blood red color was smeared on Ling Lanchen's lips in a seductive way, and a sweet smell of blood spread in the room.
Seeing this, Xu Xiaoru's outstretched hand froze in the air for an instant. Looking at Ling Lanchen who was vomiting blood, Xi Huanru looked at the palm of her hand again with an expression of indifference.
