Chapter 3 Not Just Let You Follow Me

"What are you doing, you still don't catch me out?" Fang Rong shouted angrily at the waiter next to him, Fang Rong's face became a pig's liver with anger, "Break the door for me! What are you looking at? Look?"

The waiter was stunned by his words, and reflexively obeyed the order and knocked on the door.

The sound of bang bang bang, one after another, shook the door panel with a "pop" sound.

"Fang Chixia, come out! It's just to let you go from brother, are you still not happy? Come out for me!"

His posture is very arrogant, as if being able to be seen by him is the blessing of Fang Chixia!

Fang Chixia hated a man like him extremely.

go out?

Being calculated by someone who covets you all day long, and finally escaped, a fool will go out!

Although Fang Chixia has lived in Fang's house for so many years and has known Fang Rong for a long time, he has never liked a man like him. As if up to the sky.

After what happened today, she hated him from the bottom of her heart.

Fang Chixia's current mentality is that even if she is slept by a strange man, she does not want to be trampled on by someone like Fang Rong!

"Find a way for me to open the door!"

"You hit it hard! Hit me hard! I'll pay for it!"

Outside the door, Fang Rong's domineering voice continued.

Even if he didn't see the situation outside, Fang Chixia could imagine that the other party was furious and arrogantly instructing the waiter.

The Fang family is still somewhat powerful, which fuels Fang Rong's arrogance.

There seemed to be more people outside than just now, and Fang Chixia could tell from the chaotic crashing sound.

Fang Chixia put her back against the door panel, pressed the door firmly, turned her head to check again, made sure that the door had been locked, and inserted the bolt again. After double insurance, the tense nerves relaxed a little.

Before the bastard broke in, she might still have time to figure out how to save herself.

Ignoring the sound of knocking on the door outside the house, she turned her eyes to the inside of the room, and took a serious look at the interior of the room.

A very luxurious suite, with retro and elegant Rococo design, from the chandelier hanging above the head, down to the smallest furnishings in the room, it shows unparalleled splendor, as if walking into a European court. of.

The room was unusually quiet, and I didn't know if anyone was there.

Fang Chixia had just walked two steps, her head dizzy, and her steps staggered.

Just now, she was only concerned about dealing with Fang Rong who was outside, but she ignored the medicinal properties of that glass of wine.

Now that the surroundings are quiet, all the senses become clear in an instant.

Fang Chixia seemed to be in a fire, so uncomfortable that her body was about to burn.

"Fang Rong, you are not human!" Li Lie scolded, turning her eyes to the direction of the bathroom, she stumbled over.

When I came to the bathroom door, I wanted to rush to the shower, but my body was cold and bumped into a wall of flesh.

Fang Chixia was afraid that he would do something after losing control, and without looking at the other party, he pushed him away and wanted to continue rushing into the bathroom, but was dragged back by the man.

"Get out of the way!" Fang Chixia pinched the flesh of her palm with her fingertips. It took a lot of self-control to keep herself rational. She wanted to struggle away from his hand, but was pulled back by the man again— —