Qin Lizheng put out the cigarette, "Get in the car."
Su Cheng immediately developed a sense of crisis, but stepped back and looked at him vigilantly, "What are you doing?"
That defensive look reminded Qin Lizheng of the afternoon scene.
He closed his eyes, his face rose up with a faint mockery, "Don't worry, I won't have any interest in you when I'm awake."
How could Su Cheng not be able to hear his belittle so obvious? But the most important thing at the moment is her own safety, and she naturally doesn't care about other things. Moreover, Qin Lizheng does have his arrogant capital.
After hesitating, she asked: "Where are you taking me?"
Qin Lizheng glanced at her: "I don't like women talking too much." He adjusted his sitting posture, with his legs folded, his voice still low, "Don't let me say it again."
At this moment, Qin Lizheng is awe-inspiring, with the decisiveness and determination unique to a businessman. The feeling is that as long as he said, she can't tolerate her to say no!
Su Cheng frowned, gritted his teeth, and sat in with his luggage.
People like Qin Lizheng, rich in the enemy's country, are used to calling the wind and rain, and want to deal with her, but it's just a matter of cheating on little fingers. Therefore, it is useless for her to be afraid.
The interior of President One’s car is very spacious, and the leather seat feels first-rate. Qin Lizheng sits in the back seat, and Su Cheng sits cautiously on the other end, with a large gap between them.
The driver drove the car all the way out and onto the highway.
Su Cheng had no bottom in his heart, and glanced at Qin Lizheng sideways. His eyes closed slightly, as if the wound was hurting, and a crease was faintly twisted between his eyebrows. The bandage on her head was very dazzling, reminding her of what happened in the afternoon.
After driving for ten minutes, the car stopped.
"President, here we are," the driver said.
Qin Licheng opened his eyes, opened the door and got out of the car.
Su Cheng looked out of the car. On the opposite side was a villa. Under the shining of a row of small spotlights, a mysterious atmosphere spread out, like a medieval palace.
"Where is this?" she asked in a low voice.
Qin Lizheng glanced back at her, "From now on, your identity is my fiancee."
Su Cheng was stunned, and for a while, he said: "Mr. Qin... I don't quite understand."
"You don't need to understand, you just need to cooperate." He paused, his slightly cold eyes sent out a faint warning message, "It is to make up for the mistake you made this afternoon."
After all, he walked straight in.
Su Cheng struggled for a moment, but got out of the car and followed.
After all, it is much easier to pretend to be his fiancee than to take prison sentences for free.
Entering the mansion, the butler who had received the call in advance was waiting at the door.
"Master, you are back."
Qin Lizheng took off his suit jacket and the butler took it over. He asked as he walked, "How is grandma?"
The housekeeper replied, "After Dr. Hao came, he has been much better."
Qin Lizheng took a few steps and then stopped, looking at the person standing at the door, his eyebrows raised slightly: "Why are you still standing there?"
Su Cheng lowered his head awkwardly and walked in slowly.
The butler hurriedly asked: "Is this lady your friend?"
Qin Lizheng turned upstairs, his voice was faint, without ups and downs: "Fiancee."
The housekeeper was stunned, and went to see Su Cheng again. She became even more uncomfortable, and ran over at a small pace, following Qin Lizheng upstairs.
Pushing the door of a bedroom, there is a warm yellow light in the room.
Qin Lizheng stepped lightly, walked to the bed, and whispered softly, "Grandma?"