"Hey! Didn't you hear me?" Luo Xichen's tone was unkind, slightly annoyed and slightly sour, "Or do you mean you don't want to hear my voice?"
Su Wanqing was stunned, sensing the other party's displeasure, her palms became sweaty in a panic, and she quickly explained: "No, no, I'm too excited."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Su Wanqing knocked her head bitterly, "Oh, why are you so stupid? You just say whatever comes to your mind."
"Oh? Really? Are you so excited to hear my voice?" Luo Xichen's voice became clear again, with a hint of laughter in his voice.
His tone was so flat that Su Wanqing couldn't help but feel embarrassed again, letting this person feel proud again.
"Stop talking so much. Tell me, what do you want from me?" Su Wanqing's voice became brisk again. No matter what, he still took the initiative to contact me. Is this a good sign?
Luo Xichen was sitting on the ground in the palace of the ancient ruins, with his back leaning on the half-broken stone sculpture of Venus, one long leg stretched out far away, and one leg half bent. From a distance, it looked like a painting from ancient times.
A beautiful young god who stepped out of mythology.
The dawn light fell on his blood-stained white cheek, which was so breathtakingly beautiful. The shining black gold ring on his right hand was very dazzling.
When talking to Su Wanqing, her ice-blue eyes were shining with a thousand colors of glass, and her proud thin lips were raised wildly, saying, "Let me accompany you to visit Rome."
He didn't ask her if she had time, or if she was willing, as if he decided so easily with a simple statement.
Almost immediately, he got his wish.
From the other end of the phone came the voice of the girl given in the dream, like the soft leaves of a mimosa, like the sound of nature: "Okay."
"I'll pick you up right away. Just wait for me."
With that said, Luo Xichen stood up and hung up the phone. He turned around and waved to Chris, who was already exhausted after a long night of fighting.
Chris complained, but came over anyway, his voice full of weariness: "Boss, what are your orders?"
"I have important things to go out to deal with. Just tell Michelle and you won't accompany her to the art exhibition." After saying that, Luo Xichen patted Chris' broad shoulder and said, "Please."
"No, why don't you tell Michelle yourself?" Chris complained with a bitter look on his face, "Just give her a call."
Luo Xichen shrugged: "You are her confidant and know her temper."
After that, he put on his coat and left without looking back. He completely ignored Chris jumping behind him.
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Su Wanqing stood at the door of the Galleria Hotel Townhouse in Milan. After waiting for less than two minutes, he saw the dazzling black Bugatti Veyron quickly driving over from the street in the distance.
Su Wanqing felt happy and took a few steps forward. At this moment, the car made a sharp turn and stopped right in front of her.
Luo Xichen took the initiative to come out, with a thin smile on his lips, and opened the passenger door for Su Wanqing in a very gentlemanly manner. This time, he wanted her to sit next to him.
The moment Wan Qing saw Luo Xichen, he was so surprised that he almost screamed. His clothes were damaged in at least five or six places, stained with mud and blood, and even his handsome face with deep outlines was like a sculpture.