The light in the room was a bit dim, the windows and curtains were tightly closed, only a small light was left, and the room was filled with a faint smell of tobacco.
Luo Mingxuan sat on a soft chair in an extremely lazy posture, holding a cigarette in his hand. The dim sparks burned slowly, and a wisp of green smoke curled up. When he saw Su Wanqing coming in, he stubbed it out
The cigarette butt seemed to be afraid that the smell of smoke would choke her.
"Uncle Luo." Su Wanqing called out very respectfully, like a junior facing an awe-inspiring elder, looking extremely obedient.
Luo Mingxuan slowly raised his head, with a sharp edge hidden in his obsidian eyes. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his voice sounded hollow: "Wan Qing, you are finally back."
It was obviously a very simple sentence, but Su Wanqing felt that it had some kind of offensive power, like a sharp thorn, piercing her sensitive nerves and making her hair stand on end.
Nothing has changed, not at all. The strong sense of oppression that only came when she faced Luo Mingxuan alone, followed her like a shadow.
"Yes, I'm back. Thank you Uncle Luo for your cultivation." Su Wanqing's voice was a little hoarse, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Haha~" Luo Mingxuan chuckled softly, with an inexplicable danger, "Is Italy fun?"
His eyes stayed on her, with an obsession that was almost greedy, as if she was the most perfect statue that he couldn't get enough of.
Su Wanqing was almost burned by this scorching gaze. She lowered her head, not daring to look into his eyes, and her petite body trembled reflexively.
"Italy is fun." After saying that, she felt it was too blunt, so she paused and added, "I like it very much."
However, when these words stopped in Luo Mingxuan's ears, they had another meaning!
It’s fun? I like it very much? It’s all because of Xi Chen!
When he thought of the two of them traveling together and talking about love, Luo Mingxuan's heart ached almost as if it was being crushed. His lips were filled with a sickly frost color and his fists were clenched tightly.
Lifting, hiding in the darkness like the paws of a beast.
He realized that he had made a fatal mistake. At that time, he should not have loosened his grip on her at all, thinking that if he gave her a chance to relax outside, she would seriously consider the relationship between them.
He should have personally accompanied her to Italy for filming. No matter how busy he was at work, he should have stayed with her every step of the way.
If that's the case... If that's the case...
Where can others take advantage of it?
Luo Mingxuan tried his best to suppress the anger surging in his heart like a wave, and kept comforting himself: Don't be anxious, don't get angry, don't scare her, she is already prepared to guard against him!
Calm down, you must stay calm, as long as she passes tonight, her life will be her own.
Yes, as long as tonight is over, she is his legal daughter, and he can control her arbitrarily, and he can do everything he can to make her fall in love with him subtly.
"As long as you like it." Luo Mingxuan was Luo Mingxuan after all. He finally suppressed his anger and faced her with his usual gentle and elegant attitude, "I heard that something happened to Zihan.
It’s Xichen who takes the lead, which is even better. Xichen’s hype value is much greater than Zihan’s. If there is hype, there will be a market, and if there is a market, there will be sales.”