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Chapter Thirty-Three How Much I Disgus You?(2/2)



Still, the night fills the air.

In front of a floor-to-ceiling window, a slender figure stood there, giving a clear view of the bustling city at night.

She held a tablet in her hand, and with her white fingers painted with bright red nails, she casually flipped through the dozen high-definition pictures on the screen.

In the picture, Lu Jianqing gently puts her coat on another woman.

"Check this woman's financial background. I want all her information. The more detailed the better."

"Yes, miss."

The bodyguards behind him were respectful.



Daybreak.

Su Yixin opened her eyes.

Head hurts.

How much did she drink last night?!

She even forgot how she came back.

There is only the scene of him leaving the banquet hall in his memory, and the things that follow become blurry, and the blurry Lu Jianqing...

She sat up from the bed and saw that she was still wearing the dress.

Her heart fluctuated slightly, and she got up and got out of bed.

As soon as I lifted the quilt, I saw the band-aid on my ankle.

The fluctuations in my heart seemed to be more obvious.

The high heels rubbed her feet last night and the skin on her heels was scratched, but she didn't show it, and she didn't expect that Lu Jianqing would find out and deal with it for her.

Su Yixin bit her lip slightly.

I have to say, this man is really... dangerous.

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