Madam Dihao is not good

She just thought that she would really be trampled to death by so many feet.But suddenly, there was no pain in the body, and the people who pushed and trampled her were gone.

When she heard Su Shijie's voice, she was so relieved for the first time, she raised her face blankly...

Of course she didn't cry, her dark eyes were clear, and the panic had been suppressed by her.

As if nothing happened, she looked at him stubbornly...

This stupid woman is still acting brave at this time! [

Su Shijie's pupils tightened and he looked her up and down

The wounds on the body need to be checked slowly in a while.Her face is fine, except for a little scratch on her forehead, there are no other wounds.

As long as it doesn't hurt the face, other parts are fine.

Su Shijie secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and hugged her horizontally.

Turning around and about to leave, several bodyguards blocked his way: "Put down this woman in your hand."

Su Shijie's eyes shot out murderous spirit: "Who dares to block my way?"

The bodyguards immediately took a few steps back in fright, you looked at me, I looked at you, not knowing what to do, the old eight came up to smooth things over:

"I'm blind, this is Young Master Mu's distinguished guest."

Two bodyguards carried Lin Qian up, and she had already passed out: "Baye, what should we do with this?"

Chanel immediately said: "She is my friend, don't hurt her."

The old man smiled apologetically: "That's it, that's it." He turned to bluff his face, "Why are you still standing there in a daze, send her to the presidential suite to rest! They are all young master Mu's distinguished guests!"

between this.

Mu Xicheng has been sitting on the bar, holding an empty goblet in his hand, slowly turning it around and playing with it.

His face was expressionless.

Black sunglasses covered his eyes, and he didn't know where to look.

But those who are close will find that his face is quite pale.

The hand holding the wine glass tightly held the knuckle...

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Since Chanel was still injured, Su Shijie didn't take her away immediately, but asked for a suite. [

Putting her on the bed, he reached out to pull the zipper of her suspender dress.

Chanel froze, holding his hand tightly: "What do you want to do?"