How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1149 Xia Huan West Business Chapter 337 Xia Huan, how dare you fucking dream this kind of dream.

That was about the longest distance Xia Huan had traveled, and every step he took took all his strength to drag his legs that were as heavy as lead.

After a while, it fell a long distance.

The guard had to stop and wait for her.

The living room is covered with a handmade Persian carpet, silently absorbing the dripping water from the skirt.

She stood there, her evening dress still wet and clinging to her body thinly.

The man on the sofa is well-dressed, everything from wristwatches to leather shoes are so expensive that they glisten, and he sips tea calmly and indifferently.

She became more and more embarrassed.

"It was my fault."

After a while, she managed to speak reluctantly, probably because it was too cold, and her words were blurred: "I kept urging him to drive faster, I didn't expect your mother would not let go..."

The man blew on the teacup without emotion: "You waited all night, and this is what you want to talk about?"

After a few seconds of silence, he was ordered to evict the guest.

"you can go now."

"..."

Xia Huan's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Her dull brain quickly realized that if she just left, she would never have the chance to negotiate with him again.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice dry.

Giving the initiative to him is tantamount to lying on the chopping block and letting him slaughter him.

The rising sun fell under his feet, and the man's thin lips pulled out a little frivolous arc, and he asked without answering, "What can you give me for that little professor?"

What can I give him?
Now she has nothing, neither the Xia Group for him to covet, nor a body he has never had as a bait.

The only bond between them is probably the death of West to South.

He hated his father, but it was a pity that his father had passed away, so this hatred naturally fell on her.

Swallowing with difficulty, she has not stopped trembling since she came in, and she knelt down slowly, little by little, under the eyes of everyone, under the eye-catching and dazzling light.

Humble.

The man froze when he lowered his head to drink tea.

The surrounding maids also seemed to be frightened, and turned around one after another.

"I'll exchange Chu Ci with myself."

Xia Huan's gaze was always on the carpet, so naturally she didn't notice the man's gloomy and stern expression.

"I am the instigator. The court can sentence me for as many years as you want, as long as I can let go of the truth."

Time seems to be frozen.

For a long, long time, the surroundings were so quiet that it seemed that no one existed at all.

Until Xia Huan's face was lifted almost rudely, and he was forced to meet the man's falling gaze.

Her face was extremely pale, but her lips were bright red like a vampire who had just sucked blood, and her eyes were blurred and loose.

"How many years are you sentenced to?"

He seemed to be smiling, but there was a violent black storm in his eyes: "Are you allowed to enjoy yourself in prison? Xia Huan, how dare you fucking dream this kind of dream."

After a moment's pause, he smiled softly, his thin lips fell, but barely stopped within a centimeter of her lips, breathing softly: "Or, trade him for ten years for my mother's legs, Or, take a pair of your legs in exchange, do you understand what I mean?"

Xia Huan was not surprised by his request.

It's also fair to exchange one pair of legs for another pair of legs.

After all, no matter how hard it is in prison, it is only mental torture, which is nothing compared to the physical and mental double blow caused by the disabled legs.

(End of this chapter)