Madam Dihao is not good

, become the most beautiful scenery in the hotel.

People come and go, and they all look sideways when they pass by.

Chanel's heart skipped a beat...

Every time you see him from different angles and different distances, you will find that he is not the same handsome.

Before Chanel and the others walked over, Su Shijie seemed to see their shadows from the glass wall, pushed the door first, and walked into the night. [

Chanel froze for a moment, and quickened her pace in order to catch up with him.

But after leaving the hotel, Su Shijie still left quickly.

He walked in front alone, with slender legs and a tall and straight figure. His steps seemed to carry the sound of the wind, and he didn't care whether the people behind him could keep up.

Chanel almost walked three steps and trotted two steps, and the two bodyguards followed her closely like goalkeepers.

Because she ran too fast, she stepped on the air when she was going down the hotel stairs, and her ankle was sprained heavily!

"Miss Xia, are you okay?" A bodyguard supported her.

A piercing pain struck.

Chanel's face was pale, and usually when she sprained her ankle, it was so painful that she couldn't fall to the ground.

A bodyguard called Su Shijie, but he didn't stop at all.

Xia Naier looked at Su Shijie's back in a daze, and quickly disappeared into the night, impatient, not knowing what to do.

I struggled to stand up several times, but it was very difficult at all.

"Miss Xia, don't worry, Mr. Su got into the car first, let's go slowly, we won't lose it." The bodyguard comforted.

Chanel nodded, sitting on the steps, waiting for the pain to pass.

Su Shijie, Su Shijie...

In the past, she was the one who just walked forward along her own footsteps regardless of anyone else.

At that time, Su Shijie could keep up with her.

But now, he was the one who recklessly followed his steps and walked forward, not looking back at her anymore.

But she can no longer catch up with his footsteps...

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On the side of the road, a black Bentley was already parked and waiting, and the driver in a gold-buttoned uniform stood at the door, welcoming President Su.

Su Shijie got into the car with a tense face, as if he was holding back something, took out a cigar and lit it.

All of this is what she deserves, and it's her own fault.

However, seeing her follow after a long time, he panicked for no reason.

The slender fingers kept pressing the lighter irritably.