Billionaires: The Young Master's Doting Wife

Sui Yi didn't seem to notice Fu Ran's little trick at all, he just pointed to the empty plate and smiled modestly, "No, I'm just a courier. Please sign for it, Mr. Fu."

Saying that, he took the arc-shaped silver-plated steel cover that was covered on the plate before.

He raised his hand, as if demonstrating an exquisite tea ceremony, with an elegant and elegant movement...a punch on it.

That punch seemed to be very light... On the steel shield, a fist-shaped pit appeared silently...

"Please wait." Sui Yi smiled politely, his gentle and elegant voice, and his always graceful demeanor were really pleasing to the eye.

...Although he is following the pit, step by step, methodically kneading the hollow semicircular steel cover into a flat steel plate...

Fu Ran was petrified when the pit appeared...

When Sui Yi handed the steel plate in front of him, Fu Ran touched it subconsciously, and found that it was not a prop in an ancient costume drama, but genuine steel. He was stunned, "You..."

It's too scary, just who is this man!

"Why didn't Mr. Fu sign?" Sui Yi seemed confused by his reaction.

Fu Ran couldn't speak at all, with a pale face, he continued to look at the steel plate petrified.

He actually wanted to plot against this terrible man, secretly recording while he was talking...

Sui Yi upholds his usual good demeanor, and he doesn't mind if Fu Ran doesn't answer him.

He glanced at the steel plate again, and said in self-reflection, "It's really too rudimentary."

Sui Yi's handsome face showed an apologetic smile.

As he said that, he waved his right hand a little, and he couldn't see what he had done at all. In his palm, suddenly...a silver pistol...

Without the slightest pause in the movement, Sui Yi fired a shot at the edge of the steel plate.

It seemed that at the same time the bullet penetrated the steel plate, he put away the pistol again.

Then along the bullet hole, on the edge of the steel plate, I tore out a freehand arc like a vine...

The whole series of movements are coherent and smooth like flowing clouds and flowing water.

"Hollow carved signature board." After finishing the "decoration", Sui Yi was very satisfied with his "work", and handed the steel plate to Fu Ran again, "Mr. Fu please sign for it."

"..."

Fu Ran fainted.

When he woke up again, the room was pitch black, Sui Yi had long since disappeared, and he didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

Getting up from the bed in a daze, as if there was a ghost chasing him behind him, Fu Ran rushed out of the bedroom, unable to bear living here anymore.

As a result, I just ran into the living room and was about to rush out the door...

He found that there was a beautifully framed calligraphy hanging on the door of the hotel room.

The ink mixed with gold powder shimmers under the moonlight, adding a mysterious and ethereal atmosphere to this powerful calligraphy.

And the words written on it are——

"I hope I can serve you shredded chicken someday."

Tear... tear him? !

Thinking of Sui Yi's strength with which he tore apart the steel plate with his bare hands just now...

It was dark before Fu Ran's eyes, and with a "bang", he fell over again...

A few hours later, in the same hotel, in the presidential suite specially entertained by the hotel.

Wishing for a good night's dream, she got up refreshed, washed and changed clothes with her foster husband, and walked out of the room hand in hand.

Huh? "Brother Ding!"

Yuan Yuan was very pleasantly surprised by the person sitting on the sofa in the living room.