Huang stood up slowly, without looking back, and continued: "Put on some clothes, I don't want to stain my eyes."
This man really had a heart of stone. Michelle gritted her teeth, endured the shame of being insulted, put on her clothes rustlingly, and stood opposite Huang again.
"That's right. I still have the possibility of negotiation." Huang raised his eyelids and glanced at her lightly.
"I guess you have used this trick on Luo Xichen before. How did he react?"
Mechelle's face turned pale, she clenched her teeth and lowered her head: "He threw me to five men."
"Oh, it seems that I underestimated him." Huang's eyes flashed with a trace of sarcasm, "If it weren't for Shazhi, I might be able to become good friends with Luo Xichen."
Mechelle's face turned a little pale: "Don't talk about these nonsense."
"Actually, I think, Miss Michelle, you could have been a proud noble lady, so why bother making yourself look like a ghost."
"Because I love him, I love Lucifer, I love him so much that I go crazy, and no one can stop me!"
"I think you are just unwilling to accept it." Huang's face was expressionless, cold and devoid of any warmth. "Your family background is so superior that your eyes are higher than your head. It's really sad."
"Huh, you sound like you are so smart." Mechelle sneered coldly, and the sarcasm in her words was unmistakable.
"I am different from Saori." Huang's eyes moved to the swaying grapevines outside the window, "Her highest value to me is not the love between a man and a woman, but power."
"Mr. Hoshino, you are the most realistic man I have ever seen."
"Can I take that as a compliment?"
"Haha, of course."
"Saori, I must take her away no matter what."
Huang's eyes flashed with determination to win.
**.**.**.**.**.
Su Wanqing drove the car on the bustling highway. The night in X City was very bustling. I wonder if it was because the neon lights were so bright today, but I always felt a little dizzy.
Especially when she returned home, her head began to hurt again.
Mr. Huang said that she had a headache due to her resistance to the instrument, and he injected her with analgesics.
An hour or two passed, and it seemed that the analgesic had worn off.
The moment he stepped into the living room, Su Wanqing could no longer stop the surging dizziness and pain, and fell to the ground.
"Young mistress! What's wrong with you!"
Aunt Yan, who was cleaning the room, exclaimed, put down the scouring pad in her hand, rushed over, and helped Su Wanqing's body lying on the ground with a look of fear on her face.
"Where's Aunt Yan... Xi... Xi Chen?" She felt dizzy and sad, so sad that she almost died.
"The young master hasn't come back yet, I...I'll call the young master right now." There were faint tears in the corners of Aunt Yan's eyes.
"Hey, is this the young master? The young lady fainted in the room. Come back quickly."
"Yes, yes, I will send her to the hospital first."
After hanging up the phone, Aunt Yan called her husband and son to help, carrying Su Wanqing into the car and taking her to the hospital.
On the way to the hospital, Su Wanqing vomited up in Aunt Yan's arms. She didn't know whether it was because of a headache or because the car was going a little too fast and she felt motion sickness.