Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Neither sitting nor standing.

Even when she fell asleep, what she dreamed was that Fang Yiren discovered the secret of handmade soap, clamoring about images that were not good for children.

Every time I woke up, my face was dead pale and dripping with cold sweat.

No matter how Shangguan Rui comforted him, he couldn't sleep peacefully.

At 05:30 in the morning, Sikong Lingge couldn't sleep anymore.

Turn over and check the finish of the handmade soap.

When the mold was opened, the handmade soap, which originally took 24 hours to solidify, was solidified in less than twelve hours after Sikong Lingge adjusted the temperature.

Sikong Lingge carefully took it out and cut it open, corrected the shape, and wrapped them in plastic wrap one by one.

It was still dark, and it was gray.

Sikong Lingge couldn't wait any longer, impatiently, he took the handmade soap to find Shangguan Zhixing.

The hallway was empty and very quiet.

Sikong Lingge looked left and right to make sure there was no one, so he quietly went out with the handmade soap in his arms...

Shangguan Zhixing's room is the second one from the stairs, it is very close and can be reached within a few steps.

The first room is where Fang Yiren lives.

Sikong Lingge took off his house shoes, and walked barefoot in the corridor, which made the sound quieter.

Every cell in the whole body is tense and on alert.

Safely came to Shangguan Zhixing's door.

The night is too quiet, a little sound will be infinitely amplified.

Sikong Lingge didn't dare to knock on the door too hard, and only knocked lightly.

I wonder if Zhixing will be waiting for me?

It should be, Sikong Linge thought.

Otherwise, Zhixing wouldn't waste a lot of time, go around such a big circle, and ask the housekeeper to remind himself.

Sikong listened to the song and held his breath, waiting anxiously.

Ten seconds later, there was the sound of unlocking the lock.

Sikong Lingge's eyes lit up, expecting.

The door opened with very light force.

"Know--"

The tail sound suddenly dragged away.

Sikong Lingge's eyes widened, his face paled instantly.

Fang Yiren!

Why is she in Zhixing's room?

Fang Yiren pulled his lower lip mockingly, with a haughty expression on his face, as if to say, "Sikong Lingge, do you really think that I don't know about your scheming?"

"Sister Lingge is so early, what's the matter?" Fang Yiren's voice was soft, but his expression was scary.

The blood in Sikong Lingge's whole body was cold, he was stuck there in a daze, his mind went blank for an instant...

After a long time, he came back to his senses, and said dryly, "I... come to deliver something to Zhixing."

Fang Yiren glanced at her, stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of handmade soap, and looked at her with disgust.

On his mouth, he said something that didn't match his expression, "I've never seen a handmade soap that looks better than this one. Sister Lingge's hands are so skillful."

"...Thank you." Sikong Lingge said dryly.

Apart from these two words, she didn't know what else to say to Fang Yiren.

"It's really beautiful, can you give me a few dollars too?" Fang Yiren praised in different ways, holding the handmade soap in his hand, looking at and studying it over and over again.

Sikong Lingge clenched his fists nervously, afraid that Fang Yiren would see something.

There seemed to be no expression on her face, and her back was already wet with cold sweat!

Fortunately, the light in the corridor was a bit dim, and the words she carved on the blanket were very small. Fang Yiren studied for a long time, but found nothing.

Sikong Lingge couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Fang Yiren noticed her expression, smiled coldly, took the handmade soap, and walked towards the brightly lit place.