Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

She knows Su Shicheng, has met a few times, and can still watch it before, but now she is a dry old man, like the kind of pervert on TV.

She was also eccentric in her dress. The Chinese tunic suit of the past, with a dragon-head walking stick in her hand, made her nauseous just looking at her, how could she sleep.

"I don't need the money!" Xia Mian turned around immediately in a light purple dress and wanted to leave.

She walked quickly, for fear that the people behind would disagree with her.

She had a hunch that Su Shicheng would not let her go. He was Ye Liangqiu's father, and neither father nor daughter was a good thing.

It doesn't matter how fast she walks, her long hair is still caught from behind.

So Shicheng personally.

He pulled Xia Mian's hair, dragged her back into the hall, threw her **** the sofa, and stared at her condescendingly.

The dark yellow face was a little slate, like stiff flesh flat against the skull, and it was stunned.

"Miss Xia just came, so I want to leave?" His eyes were deep, and there was a small cluster of flames hidden, reminiscent of spiritual fire.

Xia Mian sat up, her body shrank on the sofa, she hugged her knees in her hands, and shrank desperately, her voice trembling: "Mr. Su, I didn't take a cent away! If you don't believe me, you can count. ."

Su Shicheng turned around, still looking at her faintly, "No need to count, because it will be yours for a while."

Xia Mian swallowed alive, she looked at Su Shicheng's body and trembled in fear.

In her opinion, Su Shicheng looked like a half-dead person stepping into the coffin, scared to death.

What if he dies when he is lying on her, isn't that scary?

Xia Mian's lips trembled, and it took him a long time to say cautiously, "I don't want to sell it."

Su Shicheng smiled, raised the golden dragon-head crutches in his hand, and gently slid Xia Mian’s delicate little face, smiling gloomily like a living dead, "Miss Xia, there are always only customers picking chickens, why would there be chickens picking customers? What?"

He said, gently unbuttoning two buttons, let her look at his old skin, "Do you think I am old?"

After a pause, his voice was even softer with a touch of temptation|Coax: "But the money is not old, you see, Grandpa Mao on it is the same, everyone has the same money, the same dirty. Just put it in yourself My pocket is no longer dirty, isn't it this Li, Miss Xia?"

Xia Mian cried.

Su Shicheng's crutches in her hand suddenly knocked on her arm, hitting hard--

She screamed and cried out, partly because of pain, and partly because of fear.

"Miss Xia, I've long wanted to kiss Fangze!" Su Shicheng picked up the money pushed on the coffee table, pulled a pile, and sprinkled it on Xia Mian's body like this, "I have a lot of money, you have a young man Body."

As he said, the laugh was fraught with bones... leaned over, attached to her ear, "Go upstairs and play with something different."

Xia Mian's body was trembling... something different?

He really is a pervert!

But she had no choice, and she had to be tortured without money, so it was better to take the money.

Xia Mian boldly stretched out her hand, "I want fifty million."

Su Shicheng smiled coldly, "It depends on whether you are worth the price."

The muscles of Xia Mian's face kept shaking, and it took a long time to barely squeeze out a smile, "I will serve Mr. Su well."