Chapter 1574 The Final PK Begins (Part 4)

She knew Su Shicheng and had met him a few times. She could still see him before, but now he looked like a dry old man, like one of those perverts on TV.

She was also dressed strangely, with a Mao suit from the past, and a cane with a dragon head in her hand. She made her sick just looking at her, and there was no way she could sleep.

"I don't want this money anymore!" Xia Mian, wearing a light purple dress, immediately turned around and wanted to leave.

She walked quickly, fearing that the people behind her would not agree with her departure.

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 person.

It was no use no matter how fast she walked, her long hair was still grabbed from behind.

Su Shicheng did it himself.

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

The dark yellow face was somewhat slate, as if the stiff flesh was flat against the skull, and the hairy bones looked stiff.

"Miss Xia has just arrived and you want to leave?" His eyes were deep and dark, with a small cluster of flames hidden in them, reminiscent of spiritual fire.

Xia Mian sat up and huddled on the sofa. She held her knees with her hands and shrank in as hard as she could. Her voice was trembling: "Mr. Su, I didn't take away a penny! If you don't believe me, you can count them. ”

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

Xia Mian swallowed hard. She looked at Su Shicheng's body and trembled with fear.

In her opinion, Su Shicheng looked like a half-dead man who had stepped into a coffin, which was terrifying to death.

What if he curled up when he lay on top of her? Wouldn't that be scary?

Xia Mian's lips trembled, and it took her a while to carefully say, "I don't want to sell it."

Su Shicheng smiled, raised the golden faucet crutch in his hand, and gently slid it across Xia Mian's delicate little face. He smiled sinisterly like a living dead, "Miss Xia, only guests pick chickens, how can there be chickens picking guests?" Woolen cloth?"

As he spoke, he gently unbuttoned two buttons and let her look at his old and drooping skin, "Do you think I'm old?"

After a pause, his voice was even softer with a hint of coaxing: "But money never grows old. Look, the Grandpa Mao above is the same. Everyone's money is the same and equally dirty. But, put it into yourself Your pockets will no longer be dirty, is that right, Miss Xia? "

Xia Mian cried.

The crutch in Su Shicheng's hand suddenly hit her arm, quite hard——

She screamed, cried out, half from pain and half from fear.

“Ms. body."

As he spoke, he smiled so hard that his hair was trembling... he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Go upstairs and play something different."

Xia Mian's body was shaking... Something different?

He is indeed a pervert!

But she had no choice. She would have to be tortured without money, so she might as well 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 on Xia Mian's face kept trembling, and it took a long time before she managed to squeeze out a smile, "I will serve Mr. Su well."