After quietly cheering herself up, Luo Xiaoxila lowered her head and put on her ball cap, and then she mustered up the courage to walk into the Empire State Building.
As soon as she entered the lobby, a man dressed in black strode forward to greet her. He asked in a polite but emotionless voice, "Are you Miss Luo Xiaoxiluo? Please come up with me."
building!"
Knowing that the other party was someone sent by Leng Zimo, Luo Xiaoqian suppressed her nervousness and followed him into the VIP elevator and went straight to the thirteenth floor.
Opening the door of 1314, the man in black raised an arm.
"Mr. Leng is in the study!"
Inside the door, the light is bright.
Luo Xiaoqian felt her eyes hurt a little.
Thinking that that person was inside, cold sweat suddenly broke out on her palms and back, and her heart suddenly beat a little faster.
Taking a deep breath, she gritted her teeth and walked in. She moved through the living room step by step, came to the closed door next to the bedroom, and raised her palm.
"Come in!"
Before she could knock on the door, a familiar cold male voice came from inside the door.
Although she only heard a few words from him, she recognized his voice immediately.
Her heart trembled violently again, and she took three deep breaths before she finally mustered up the courage to open the door in front of her.
The study room alone was almost larger than the entire apartment she rented.
Leng Zimo was sitting behind a large desk, wearing a silver-gray shirt. The buttons on the lining and collar had been unbuttoned, slightly revealing his chest.
There was no headlight on in the study, and the floor lamp behind him was on, rimming his figure with a pale golden light.
The handsome man sitting behind the desk is like a god in Greek mythology, handsome and noble, with a great sense of oppression.
Although he was just sitting with his eyes slightly lower than hers, Luo Xiaoqian felt like she was looking up.
His gaze seemed to go through her eyes and into her heart, making her dare not look directly.
Walking over with a downcast face, she carefully placed the paper bag containing clothes on the ground.
"These clothes are returned to you. Can you...can you return my things to me?"
Leng Zimo sat on the chair and looked at her.
She had already changed out of the shirt and jeans he had prepared for her, and was only wearing a very ordinary hoodie and sweatpants.
She was too thin, and even though she had deliberately tightened her hoodie to hide it, there were still ambiguous marks on her neck.
Under the dim light, the snow-white skin and fiery kiss marks burned his eyes.
His eyes naturally fell on her lips.
When she didn't get a response from him, Luo Xiaoqian licked her lips that were dry due to nervousness, "I'm sorry about what happened last night. I... I didn't know that things would turn out like that. In fact, I... I didn't mean to... my
This means that……"
The man's aura was too strong, and she was a little incoherent.
Little did she know that her subconscious actions were tantamount to teasing him.
Leng Zimo interrupted her and spoke three words simply and clearly.
"I want you!"
He wants her?
What's the meaning?!
Luo Xiaoqian looked up at him, a little confused.
Leng Zimo sat up straight and leaned on the back of the chair, opened the drawer, took out a golden card from it, and threw it lightly on the table in front of her.
"The quota is one million, you can use it as you like before I get tired of it!"
The golden card drew a short shadow in the air and fell on the table. The gold characters on it shone like gold.
