In the luxuriously decorated living room, Tang Luo, who was wearing a red dress, was sitting on the sofa, lazily playing with her mobile phone.
After a while, a middle-aged man hurried over.
"Miss Tang, Second Young Master...he still doesn't see you." The housekeeper looked at Tang Luo with a troubled expression.
For this result, Tang Luo was not surprised at all.
She sat here for half an hour, and the housekeeper helped her ask five or six times, but Fu Jinbei's answer was never to be seen.
Putting away the phone, Tang Luo chuckled lightly: "It's okay, he won't see me, then I'll go see him."
After finishing speaking, she got up and walked upstairs, but the housekeeper couldn't stop her from behind.
After going up to the third floor and passing through a long corridor, Tang Luo stopped at the door of a room at the end, and then pushed open the half-hidden door.
It was only two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was just right outside, but the curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and the lights were not turned on, so the whole room was pitch black.
Fu Jinbei sat on the wheelchair with his back to Tang Luo, as if he was completely immersed in the darkness.
"Fu Jinbei." Tang Luo walked up behind him and stood still: "Why don't you want to marry me?"
"Fu Shaojie is engaged to you." Fu Jinbei replied coldly without turning his head.
"But I don't want to marry him." Tang Luo walked up to Fu Jinbei and squatted down. Their eyes were at the same level, and their eyes met in the darkness: "I think things that have been used by others are dirty."
Hearing her words, Fu Jinbei frowned, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
But Tang Luo didn't explain much to him, just raised the corners of his mouth and showed him a bright smile: "I just want to marry you."
Fu Jinbei clenched his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, and his whole body was tense. After a while, he said again: "I don't want to marry you."
The voice was indifferent, and there seemed to be a bit of disgust in the tone.
But the smile on her face remained unchanged, and she didn't care about his attitude at all.
He got up and walked to the window, raised his hands, and directly pulled open the tightly covered curtains.
Without the cover of the curtains, the sunlight unscrupulously sprinkled into the room, driving away the darkness and haze in the room.
Fu Jinbei narrowed his eyes with displeasure on his face: "Tang Luo!"
Just as he called her name, Tang Luo suddenly bent down, and gently pressed his slender fingers against his thin lips.
"You will marry me."
The smile on her face was full of confidence, wanton and public.
Seeing her like this, Fu Jinbei frowned even deeper, and a sense of dryness rose in his heart, he simply turned his head and stopped looking at her: "You think too much."
"Really?" Tang Luo raised his eyebrows: "Then let's wait and see."
After saying this, Tang Luo glanced at him again, then turned and left.
After the door was closed, Fu Jinbei turned around in the wheelchair, his dark eyes fixed on the direction Tang Luo left.
After a long time, he looked away, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.
On the other side, just as Tang Luo drove away, the phone rang.
"Sister Luo, Pei Zhenzhen brought someone to BEAST to make trouble!" As soon as the call was connected, he heard the man shout angrily.
Hearing Pei Zhenzhen's name, Tang Luo's eyes sank, and he stepped on the accelerator hard: "Wait, I'll be right there."
Twenty minutes later, Tang Luo's sports car stopped firmly at the entrance of the BEAST bar.
It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, and the bar hadn't opened yet, but there were already many luxury cars parked at the door.
Throwing the key to the parking boy, Tang Luo walked in quickly.
As soon as I walked to the lobby on the first floor, I saw a group of men wrestling together, and the scene was chaotic.
Tang Luo picked up a bottle of wine beside her, walked a few steps forward, then raised her hand and threw the bottle heavily on the ground.