17. Chapter 17 Mr. Leng seems not professional enough
That's a credit card.
The limit of one million means that the total amount she can spend every month is one million. Of course, she can also withdraw cash.
Luo Xiaoqian looked at the cards on the table and finally understood what he meant.
He wanted to keep her for one million dollars a month.
That is an absolutely tempting number!
Not to mention one million a month, even if she had one million, Lu Hao would not betray her.
Luo Xiaoqian wanted to be famous and rich, but she had never thought about actually selling her body and dignity. What's more, she couldn't accept this man's attitude and method.
"You may have misunderstood, I'm not here to sell my body!" She straightened her waist, her voice no longer filled with fear, "Give me back my things!"
"Two million!" Leng Zimo increased the price lightly.
"Are you deaf?" Luo Xiaoqian growled, "I said, give me my things!"
How dare she yell at him?!
If she dared to take advantage of him, if it were anyone else, he would have 10,000 ways to make her life worse than death.
He didn't embarrass her and took her in. In his opinion, it was already a gift.
How dare this little thing not accept his favor?
"Is this your thing?"
He raised his hand, and the backpack placed under the desk fell in front of her with a muffled sound. The crossbow and the fake work clothes and work badges she had prepared were all there.
"If I give these to the police, you will go to jail for at least five years!"
"So what!" Luo Xiaoqian snorted, "Catch the double, the thief, the dirty. Mr. Leng seems unprofessional. There are no my fingerprints on it. Why do you think it was me? You should
You should have called the police yesterday, so I could sue you for forcing me!"
In order not to leave fingerprints, she had specially wrapped tape on her hands. For this operation, she had watched more than a dozen spy movies.
When she first came to Beijing, she worked as a floor attendant here for several months, so she was also familiar with the monitoring system here.
"Forcing you?"
Leng Zimo sneered and turned the computer on the table to her, tapping the keyboard lightly with his slender fingers.
On the desktop, the video that was originally frozen continued to play immediately.
This video is exactly what she recorded on her SLR yesterday. The heroine in it is her and the hero is Leng Zimo.
What sounded along with the picture was her voice.
Luo Xiaoqian almost fainted.
OMG!
The SLR was never turned off last night and actually recorded everything that happened between her and him last night.
After a moment, she came to her senses, and her first move was to rush forward, pull out the camera's memory card from her laptop, and break it in half.
She shook the memory card in her hand at him, with a sly look of pride in her eyes.
"Now, it's forced!"
From her eyes, Leng Zimo could see the provocation.
"This, do you want me to burn it for you?"
He raised his fingers again, holding a photo between his fingers, which was the photo in her wallet.
In the photo, the father is wearing a military uniform, he is young and handsome, and he is holding a girl in his arms with a smile showing holes in his teeth. That is her.
Seeing his slender fingers holding the photo, Luo Xiaoqian gritted her teeth and screamed, "Leng Zimo, if you dare to touch it, I promise I will kill you!"
Snapped!
In the dim room, the sound of the lighter was particularly harsh.
Leng Zimo raised his finger expressionlessly, and the flame on the lighter immediately came close to the photo of Luo Xiaoqian and her father in his hand.
