But before Su Luo could take two steps, someone was already standing in front of her.
The maids of the Leng family are extraordinary in strength. The girl who can serve Leng Qishao personally is even more outstanding.
In front of Su Luo was the maid holding a cold sword.
Su Luo, even the maid who served tea and water, couldn't defeat the maid holding a cold sword. Su Luo could only look back, staring at Leng Qishao with cold eyes: "What do you mean?"
Leng Qishao stood up slowly, and stepped down the steps with his long legs wrapped in silver-white brocade boots. As he walked, the white jade pendant around his waist moved with the wind.
Finally, he stood firmly in front of Su Luo, his cold eyes as cold as cold pools, and his thin red lips tightly pursed into a white line. He stared at Su Luo and told her seriously and solemnly.
Fact: "Do you think you can come here if you want and leave if you want?"
Su Luo knew that it would be difficult to escape intact today.
She looked sideways and asked Tang Yalan in annoyance: "How did you get here?"
Tang Yalan also instinctively realized that something was wrong at this moment, because her instinct told her that Leng Qishao was very dangerous. If he said killing, he would kill people with just a snap of his fingers.
So she looked at Su Luo with lingering fear: "I originally wanted to go shopping, but I got slapped while walking, and when I woke up, I was here..."
Su Luo did not follow Leng Qishao's words, but looked at him with a sneer: "You are the one who designed me, and Murong Mo is just the executor?"
Leng Qishao did not deny it: "She doesn't have enough brains."
Su Luo nodded, agreeing with his point of view.
Murong Mo pointed at her nose blankly: "..."
She provoked whomever she provoked, and yet she was able to eat properly, and yet others said she was not smart enough? Doesn't it mean that she is mentally retarded if she is not smart enough? Murong Mo continued to eat rice angrily.
Su Luo crossed her arms and said straight to the point: "Tell me, what else is there?"
With a look from Leng Qishao, his beautiful maid immediately moved his soft chair and placed it behind him.
Leng Qishao lazily leaned on the splendid soft chair, found a comfortable position, glanced at Su Luo, probably feeling that looking up made him tired, so Leng Qishao pointed at the dancer in front: "
You sit here."
The dancer was so smart. She immediately lay down on the ground and adjusted her body into an arch shape, like a stable chair.
This dancer is very familiar with it, which shows that this is not the first time.
Su Luo: "..."
She was not used to sitting on other people's backs. There was nothing in Su Luo's space. It was nothing unusual to bring her own bench or something.
So, Su Luo took out a luxurious and grand master's chair from the space, and placed it in front of Leng Qishao with a thud.
Her chairs, both in shape and size, are more imposing than Leng Shao's.
Young Master Leng saw Su Luo's secretly proud eyes and smiled coldly.
"You asked me what other conditions I have, so it's okay to tell you the truth." Leng Shao stared at Su Luo and said word by word: "Dance."
"What?" Su Luo stared at him.
"Dance, seduce me. If you succeed, you will pass." Leng Qishao leaned lazily on the splendid soft chair, with a faint smile in his eyes, a mysterious and demonic smile.
"I won't agree." Su Luo clenched her fists at her sides because she knew that this perverted Leng Qishao was not joking!
The atmosphere that was originally as relaxed as meeting old friends suddenly became tense.
At this moment, Su Luo felt a flash of white light in front of her eyes, and looked at it again.