Linda pulled Yi Ningxiu to the corner. She glanced back at Lance, the dissatisfaction on her face was no longer concealed, and she muttered in a bad mood: "Daddy, why are you still doing this in this day and age?"
Bring this guy over here..."
Yi Ningxiu leaned against the wall, and through the thick walls of people, his eyes were firmly fixed on the man walking recklessly in the hall.
Lance is not dead.
These five words came to his mind.
He had touched his fingers and seen his face up close. No amount of sophisticated plastic surgery could replicate this man's flawless beauty. There was not a single scar on his face.
It can't be another person.
His temperament was derived from bloody massacres, and he is a unique existence in the world.
Cold, sticky, bloody and cold.
This one is clearly Lance.
He closed his eyes slightly and recalled that night five years ago in his mind.
Su Qianqian shot Lance.
Three shots were fired at the same location.
heart.
This person actually didn't die.
It's an unbelievable thing no matter what, but it really happened.
Lance is not dead, does Su Qianqian know?
He remembered what Su Qianqian told him in the coffee shop. According to what she said, Lance was entangled with Su Qianqian. Then why, while this person was still alive, he never went to trouble them?
With this person's financial and material resources, it is simply a piece of cake for him to get rid of someone.
And for what Su Qianqian did to him, how could he not choose revenge?
This is really hard to figure out.
Opening his eyes, he turned to Linda standing beside him and said, "Does Lance have a twin brother?"
Linda glanced at him doubtfully: "No. What's wrong?"
Yi Ningxiu shook his head: "It's okay."
Then this person is indeed Lance.
Then why...when you saw him, you looked at him with that strange look?
A bold idea came to mind - although it was unbelievable, Lance had indeed lost his memory.
"Did the man have any injuries? Like a blow to the head?"
Linda shook her head: "I don't know. In fact, I rarely meet him. My dad has business dealings with him."
Yi Ningxiu didn't speak. He looked at the man thoughtfully, with a dark light appearing in his eyes.
Regardless of whether he has lost his memory or not, since he is here, Su Qianqian must not be allowed to meet him.
Ten minutes later, a dressed-up Su Qingqing appeared at the door of the hotel.
She was wearing a red dress, her curly hair hung enchantingly around her waist, she had a slender figure, and her high heels of the same color as the dress made a rhythmic sound on the floor. Her charming smile was like a seducing siren, making all the men present
His eyes couldn't help but turn to her.
Linda stood next to Yi Ningxiu and let out a small exclamation: "Why is she here!"
The voice sounded a bit like gnashing of teeth.
Su Qingqing was dressed in red, which completely stole the limelight from her role as the hostess!
Mrs. Yi ran over shivering from the side and asked Yi Ningxiu: "Ning, Ning Xiu... Is she, is she?!"
Mrs. Yi looked at Su Qingqing's face and clenched her fingers tightly.
Her face is different, her temperament is different, but even if that woman turns to ashes, she can tell at a glance!
Su Qingqing stood at the door for a while, looking around the entire hall. Men's adoring eyes were the best gift, while women's jealous eyes were her favorite dessert.