"Xichen, thank you for sending me back. I'm sorry if my behavior misunderstood you." Her voice was so clear and her eyes were so indifferent, without any impurities.
Luo Xichen, who originally wanted to tease her, was defeated by this clarity. He put down his hand and sighed softly: "I'm teasing you, so I'll send you here. I'm going back."
At the end, he warned in an uneasy tone: "Remember, don't let men enter your room casually, okay?"
Su Wanqing smiled and nodded, feeling very happy. Sure enough, he still cared about her.
Just as she was about to put the room card on the door number, she heard a door knock in the next room. Chu Zihan grabbed Chu Hong's wrist affectionately and sent her out of the room 1808.
This time, we hit each other head-on, so there was no way to pretend that we didn’t see anything.
Su Wanqing sighed inwardly, pulled out a faint smile on her lips, nodded to the two of them, and took the initiative to say hello: "Brother Zihan, Miss Chu, what a coincidence."
Who would have thought that Chu Zihan, who always loved to smile, not only did not respond to Su Wanqing, but the smile on his face disappeared, and his big eyes under his beautiful double eyelids were instantly full of sinisterness.
He smiled solemnly and snorted: "Who was I at that time? It turned out to be the young master of our SRTWR. Oh, Master Luo, it's been a long time no see."
Su Wanqing was startled by Chu Zihan's sinister look. She didn't expect that he would target Luo Xichen as soon as he came up.
Her surprised eyes wandered between Chu Zihan and Luo Xichen, and she initially determined that the two seemed to have a grudge.
Luo Xichen's icy blue eyes suddenly sharpened, revealing a frightening edge. The words coming out of his proud thin lips were like ice slag: "Why is it you?"
"It seems that Master Luo really doesn't care much about SRTWR anymore. Four years have passed. Do you think I'm still the young man you stepped on?" Chu Zihan's expression became sharp, his eyes filled with anger.
Full of hatred.
Su Wanqing's brows frowned slightly, and her black eyes flashed. This was not the Chu Zihan she knew. This was not the sunshine king of singing who was popular among thousands of girls.
It turns out that a person can have so many sides.
Luo Xichen glanced at Chu Zihan indifferently, and the ridicule in his eyes was unmistakable, and said: "How much smarter do you think you are now?"
"At least Master Biluo, you must be aboveboard." Chu Zihan wandered back and forth between Su Wanqing and Luo Xichen with a scrutinizing gaze, his voice full of charming ambiguity, "In such a short time,
Mr. Luo has already hooked up with Sister Su’s daughter? You and your son are really weird. Mr. Luo has secretly hooked up with Sister Su. Mr. Luo, are you going to hook up with Sister Su’s daughter again?”
These words sounded extremely harsh to Su Wanqing's ears. She raised her head in disbelief and looked at Chu Zihan, with a hint of reproach in her voice: "Brother Zihan, my mother trusts you so much, and so do I."
I respect you as a senior, how can you say that to our mother and daughter?"
Luo Xichen was even more direct. He was as agile as a cheetah and his right fist was as hard as iron. With lightning speed, he stabbed Chu Zihan in the stomach with a straight fist.
His eyes were cold, like the ten thousand-year-old ice in the North Pole, sharp and penetrating.
Luo Xichen watched coldly as Chu Zihan groaned in pain and gradually bent down, covering his dull stomach, which was so painful that he couldn't lift his head.