Six hundred milliliters of blood is not a lot, and she even said straight away that she would promise him benefits.
Lin Lang should know who she is, know that she is the president of Nanqiao, and know that Fu Nanli is behind her.
She can not only promise money, but also good resources, a well-made blockbuster, in exchange for her 600 milliliters of blood. No matter how you look at it, she will not lose out.
Why didn't she want to talk at all
It's really strange.
But since they were already there and it was already evening, He Xihuai still had some humanity and let them stay at his villa for the night and leave early the next morning.
His house is truly the best example of extravagance and debauchery. It is a three-story villa decorated in an extremely luxurious style. Once you enter it, it feels like you have entered a royal castle in Europe. There is a large swimming pool outdoors and another swimming pool indoors. The water temperature is constant and you can jump in and swim at any time.
The ceilings in the villa are very high. The long square table in the restaurant is covered with a white tablecloth, and the candlesticks, candles and crystal chandeliers emit a luxurious golden glow.
He is a very extravagant and wasteful person.
He Xihuai pointed to the second floor and said, "The bedroom where you two are going to rest is over there, next to each other. Don't walk around at night."
Wen Qiao glanced at him. What did the phrase "Don't wander around" mean? Was he hinting at something
Night soon came, and Wen Qiao returned to the bedroom. The bedroom was still decorated in a gorgeous style. He asked the servants here and they said that it was like this when their master bought it. Two hundred years ago, it was indeed princes and nobles from Europe who lived there.
It is not difficult to understand this luxurious decoration style.
Wen Qiao lay on the princess bed, staring at the ceiling above her head. On it was a mural in oil painting style, telling the story of the ancient Greek gods. She didn't know much about that, but as she looked at it, she felt sleepy. She quickly closed her eyes and thought to herself.
Suddenly, there was a slight knock on the door at night.
Knock, knock, very lightly, as if there was something there, as if testing. Wen Qiao woke up without knowing how. The house was dark. There were no street lights outside the villa. Only the cold autumn moonlight was shining in the gorgeously decorated bedroom.
When she heard a knock on the door, she got out of bed, walked barefoot on the soft carpet to the door, and whispered, "Who is it?"
"I."
He Xihuai's voice.
Wen Qiao frowned and looked at the time. It was two o'clock in the morning. What was he doing here at this time? It was not appropriate to enter a girl's room at this time, right
She gently placed her hand on the bolt and said calmly, "What's the matter, Mr. He?"
"I want to talk to you about Lin Lang."
Wen Qiao frowned even deeper: "Lin Lang? Didn't I already say that during the day? Is there anything else you want to say?"
"Yes, open the door and let me in to talk."
Through the crack in the door, a faint light from outside seeped in. Wen Qiao leaned against the door and said in a cold voice, "I'm sorry, it's not appropriate for a man and a woman to be in the same room at the dead of night. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it at the dinner table tomorrow morning, how about that?"
There was suddenly no sound outside; she didn't even hear any footsteps, but it was just dead silence.
The tall figure standing outside the door just stood there quietly, without any sound, a pair of deep and sinister eyes staring straight at the wooden door, as if they had the ability to penetrate.
Suddenly she couldn't hear any sound, so she should open the door to see what was going on outside.
But after waiting for ten minutes, the door still didn't open.
(End of this chapter)