Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

After swearing, Sikong Lingge's forehead was completely covered with cold sweat.

Madam Feng turned a blind eye to this, and threw the pen and certificate at Sikong Lingge's feet, "Signed!"

Sikong Lingge bent down, picked it up tremblingly, and wrote his name on the certificate with difficulty.

Mrs. Feng took it, checked it carefully, made sure it was correct, folded it and put it in the bag.

"You can go see Li Ye now." Mrs. Feng said.

Team Sikong shook his head, "No need."

He asked to see Li Ye because he wanted to ask Li Ye for help.

just now……

It is no longer necessary.

Mrs. Feng stared at her with cold brown eyes.

Facts have proved that she guessed right, Sikong Duige's request to see Li Ye is definitely not a good thing!

This lowly girl doesn't care about Li Ye's life or death at all, she only cares about Shangguan Zhixing and the child!

Sikong Duige's whole body was stiff, and he had long since lost his sense of seeing Mrs. Feng, so he said softly, "Zhixing..."

"Don't worry, Shangguan Zhixing is Li Ye's hope. I won't make things difficult for her. I'll send someone to send Shangguan Zhixing back soon."

Team Sikong nodded, "Is there anything else? If not, I want to go back first..."

Her mind is in a mess, she needs to calm down.

"Send her back." Mrs. Feng ordered the bodyguards, "Don't make any mistakes, or I will want your head!"

"Yes."

"Don't bother, I'll go back by myself." Sikong Duige refused, turned around numbly, and walked towards the door.

She doesn't want to see anyone related to the Feng family now.

*************************** Mrs. Feng is the dividing line of pests************** *****************

People come and go in the hallway.

There are all kinds of footsteps in my ears: eager, heavy, desperate, gratifying...

Sikong Lingge clutched her bag tightly and walked slowly, her footsteps seemed to weigh a thousand catties, so heavy that she had to stop to rest every few steps.

"Snapped--"

He didn't look at the road at all, and bumped into someone head-on.

Sikong Lingge staggered back a few steps, fell to the ground, his elbows were scraped and blood oozes.

She didn't notice it at all, just stood up like this, and continued walking unsteadily.

"Miss, are you okay?" The aunt who was hit originally wanted to blame Sikong Lingge for walking carelessly, but when she saw her dazed look, she asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, thank you..." Sikong Lingge came back to his senses, and smiled weakly at the aunt.

"Your hand is bleeding, go register and let the doctor see it." The aunt stretched out her hand to support her.

Blood?

Sikong Lingge looked down——

Sure enough, there were several scratches on the arm, and the blood was oozing out, but it was not too serious.

"No need." Sikong Duige shook his head, "It's just to wipe off the skin, I'll go out and buy a band-aid."

The aunt looked at Sikong Lingge's words, and it was really not serious, so she didn't insist and let go.

"Then worry about yourself, don't be dazed anymore, no matter how sad things are, don't make fun of your life. Fortunately, you were in the corridor just now. If you were on the main road, it would be dangerous."

"I see, thank you." Sikong Lingge gave the aunt a grateful look, turned and left.

The aunt stood there, watching with concern.

According to her estimate, Sikong Lingge still has a situation.