Nan Hui went up to the third floor, and He Huaiyan walked slowly behind her, saying coldly: "If Miss Nan becomes an actress instead of a cheongsam designer, she should be able to win awards."

Nanhu: "..."

Win the Oscar for Best Actress?

Is this a compliment to her acting skills? Can he guess that she acted in front of that old man?

She took off her mask and sunglasses, turned half her body and looked at He Huaiyan who was standing in the corridor.

Under the luxurious Italian crystal light above his head, his handsome facial features are outlined, and his figure is tall and slender.

He Huaiyan stopped where he was, looking at her for unknown clues.

Inexplicably, Nanhou always felt that there was a chill in his eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, and He Huaiyan glanced at the bag she was holding in her hand, then passed her and entered the bedroom door.

With the faint scent of ebony entering her nostrils, her heartbeat was slightly disordered, and she always felt that she was not as optimistic as she thought.

As soon as she turned around and stepped into the bedroom, Nan Hua's wrists were firmly locked by He Huaiyan, and his dark eyes captured her, "Miss Nan, I don't really like others to lie to me."

Nan Huan looked at him, suddenly a little frightened. When their eyes met, his aura was too oppressive, and she lowered her eyes subconsciously.

Nanhu: "..."

What's wrong with him?

She was really confused and said softly: "Mr. He, when I met you, you were my first man."

Nanhu thought that he probably thought that she was comfortable acting coquettishly in front of the old man, and she probably misunderstood that it was not the first time she climbed onto his bed.

He Huaiyan's eyes darkened, he held the back of her neck with one hand, and smiled coldly, "So why did you choose me?"

Nan Hu lowered her eyes, glanced at his crotch, and said deliberately: "Of course it's because you can meet my needs."

By the way, I looked for an opportunity to get close to Meng Lanhui.

Otherwise, is this some bullshit love?

Who would love a perverted lunatic like him?

In these years, outsiders only know that He Huaiyan, the only representative of top-circle capital figures in Hong Kong's political and business circles, is not flirtatious with women because he is busy with his career.

In fact, he is just like the male protagonist of the old-fashioned bloody novels, he has an unattainable white moonlight in his heart - Xie Wanrou.

The dodder flower he had raised and watered since he was a child has bloomed brightly and tenderly, but his heart alone does not belong to him.

A profit-seeking capitalist is most concerned about profit results. He has obviously suffered a loss and wants to take back even a relationship.

According to Nan Huan's knowledge, He Huaiyan used some ruthless means to abruptly cut off Xie Wanrou's budding feelings and forced her to study abroad.

That was the night when Xie Wanrou went abroad, Nanhou was waiting for the opportunity to get on him. That night she looked at He Huaiyan with scarlet eyes, and murmured Xie Wanrou's name in her mouth that was tainted with alcohol...

"You are so promiscuous." He Huaiyan looked at her and sarcastically said, "Go take a shower and take off your makeup. I smell disgusting if you have the smell of other men on you."

Nan Huan said: "Then let go first, I'll go right away."

She rubbed her neck. This bitch man was quite powerful. He must have taken it out on Xie Wanrou because he couldn't get any meat from her.

After all, a man has it in his bones, and having someone in his heart does not prevent him from finding someone to solve his physical needs.

…

When Nanhu came out of the shower, He Huaiyan was no longer in the bedroom. He probably ate it in the restaurant downstairs first.

A lazy and casual English song was playing on her phone. She was used to playing the single in a loop when she took a shower. When she unlocked it, she saw a message indicating that the battery was low.

She put her phone next to her to charge.

She suddenly stepped on a hard plastic pipe, and the scene in front of her immediately made her a little angry.

The powder, lipstick, cheongsam fabric color card, and soft measuring tape in the bag were scattered all over the floor.

She picked them up one by one, her whole body trembling slightly, not knowing whether it was hunger or anger.

Only now did she remember that He Huaiyan's words about not liking others lying to him were not because he doubted whether it was her first time that night, or whether there were many men who doubted her as a guest.

Instead, she suspected that she had received the old man's business card and had not lost it.

When she came out of Futai's villa, she clenched the business card and put it in her bag, thinking of throwing it away after leaving the villa area.

She never expected that the He Huai banquet would block her halfway.

When she returned to the Repulse Bay villa, she forgot about this incident again.

It seems that he went through her bag while asking her to take a shower.

Nanhou couldn't help but cursed: "Damn!"

She went downstairs in no mood. The chef and servants were all gone. Several light Cantonese dishes were placed on the table, and you could hear the needle drop on the huge first floor.

Since the congratulatory party was not here, Nanhu would certainly not be so confident as to think that he left in anger because she had lied to him.

It's better to settle your stomach first and then have a good sleep.

At that time, her charged mobile phone received four or five new messages from hidden numbers, all of which were about Meng Lanhui's recent whereabouts.

Nan Huan woke up the next day and scrolled through her mobile phone to browse the hot searches on the Internet - Xie Wanrou, the only orphan daughter of the widow of Xie Boheng, a Hong Kong-based art family, was picked up by a mysterious man in a luxury car and returned to China.

She recognized it from the photo with the mosaic license plate posted online by the media. It was the black Maybach S680 that He Huaiyan often rode in.
Chapter completed!