In the early morning, in the extravagant presidential suite, a huge crystal chandelier shines brightly, and a shining light is refracted from it and connected to the marble floor, forming a strange and bright light.
There was a moment of silence, followed by the swish of the match gently paddling the box, weak and clear.
Ye Fanli put his upper body bare and put one hand into his pants pocket. The silver ice drill in the left ear, under the light of the morning light, emits a cold light.
With a lazy hook at the corner of his mouth, he lit a cigarette and put it between his lips. He casually played with the matchbox with one hand, swept his eyes over the cash on the bedside table, and frost condensed in his eyes.
The match box is very beautiful, pure black, and it is cold in the hand. The match inside is slender, black-headed and green. It is really fun to light cigarettes, but . . . . . But he used it to order money.
The red banknotes burned when exposed to fire. Ye Fanli looked at the flower seedlings in his hand and smiled coldly: "2,000 yuan, it's really a lot. "
The man's voice, as cold as the cold of winter, and the aura of a king, made the whole room cool down.
This was the first time he was left in bed by a woman.
Oh, two thousand dollars?
When did Ye Fanli become so cheap?
The man narrowed his amber eyes slightly. At that moment, he was no longer gentle and polite. His straight backbone was like a cheetah eager to try, evil, arrogant, as cold as frost. . . . .
The light in the room was very dark, and he stood against the light, with his well-defined face hidden in the darkness, and the light and darkness met in this man, and he could only vaguely see his tall and handsome figure.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a man in a white suit came in. With a slutty smile at the corner of his mouth, he looked left and right, and said jokingly: "I heard that you brought a kitten with you last night?"
Ye Fanli raised his eyebrows and glanced at the visitor. Instead of talking, he calmly pressed the hotel's room service and coldly ordered:" Help me prepare a set of clothes."
The service staff stared at the displayed numbers and responded loudly, as if they couldn't believe it: "is, nightclub."
Within a minute, a brand-new Amani business suit was sent to Ye Fanli's hands.
The slutty man is still looking for traces of a certain "kitten ". The smile at the corner of his mouth is ridiculous, and his left hand is casually placed on Ye Fanli's shoulder:" I said, Ali, you won't do it halfway again. Kicked people out, right?"
Ye Fanli sneered and waved his hand away, took a towel to wipe the place where the man had just touched it, and raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth:" Lin Jingxuan, don't you want your hand anymore?"
"Hey, hey, don't be impulsive, buddy, I'm just caring about your sexual life. " Immediately, Lin Jingxuan took a step back and raised his hands to show his innocence.
One by one, his eyes flashed across Fan Li's face, which was so profound and difficult to look at night. The shirt untied its two openings, and the upright collar had a low-key and elegant border pattern.
Every detail of the man in front of him has been carefully crafted, and most of the time he has a calm face and an alienated expression, but even then he still appears high, and his innate strong aura overwhelms others.
Ye Fanli, a man born in true darkness.
His forces did not even dare to draw conclusions from him.
But. . . . .
"Where did that kitten go? "Being able to be brought up by you must be a national beauty." Lin Jingxuan is still curious about not being afraid of death.
Ye Fanli pointed at the ashes of half a red ticket left, looking cold:" You can ask about that pile of money."
Money? Lin Jingxuan looked weird and pinched the red ticket: "What's going on?"
"Is obvious." Ye Fanli took a sip of a cigarette and slowly spit out white circles. His handsome face showed no joy or anger: "I was prostituted."
Lin Jingxuan:"..... Nani??!"