As he spoke, he ignored her increasingly blushing face, directly took her little hand, placed it on the side of his face, and rubbed it gently.
Su Wanqing's hand froze, and her whole body turned to stone. The expression on her face seemed to be breaking apart. Her voice was dry: "Mr. Luo, can you stop being so shameless?"
"No." Luo Xichen's face did not turn red, and her heart did not beat. She continued to enjoy the touch of that soft little hand.
Seeing that the other party was treating her more and more unscrupulously, Su Wanqing's eyes twitched slightly, and the veins on her forehead suddenly popped out. A trace of anger flashed in her eyes, and the small hand that was held suddenly pinched Luo Xichen's face.
A piece of meat, pinch it hard!
"Ah -" Bingmu shrank, and Luo Xichen couldn't help but exhale in pain.
The skin that had just been resurfaced was still very fragile. It could not withstand such torture. A dark red mark the size of a fingernail was immediately left on the fair and tender skin.
The strength on Su Wanqing's finger continued unabated, and she threatened: "You still won't let go?"
Luo Xichen shook his head stubbornly.
Su Wanqing raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Do you really have no shame?"
"Knead it, if it breaks, I'll replace it with another one." Although Luo Xichen gritted his teeth in pain, he had no intention of letting go of his little hand.
Su Wanqing suddenly felt that shameless and skinless was the perfect way to describe the man in front of her.
Just when she wanted to continue to teach him a lesson, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and an Italian old man in his forties or fifties came in angrily. He had an angry look on his face and glared at them angrily.
both.
"Su Wanqing, you bitch, you ruined my daughter's face!" The first person to stand up and attack was Mechelle's father.
Back then, he joined the Andrew family with his daughter, helping Luo Xichen unify all the mafia forces in Italy, and later began to dominate Europe. Today, he is one of the three elders in the alliance, and his daughter
After being injured so tragically, he would not sit idly by and ignore it.
Luo Xichen had broken off her engagement with Mechelle, and this woman who was supposed to be dead back then was actually sitting in front of him, making out with his former son-in-law. The anger in her heart had gathered to an unimaginable level.
"Uncle Michel, how could you break in without knocking?" Luo Xichen still held Su Wanqing's hand tightly. He slowly turned his head, with an extremely cold look in his ice eyes.
"Or are you saying that you are old and have a bad memory and have forgotten the rules?"
"But that bitch Su Wanqing made my daughter look so miserable. Leader, what do you want me to do as a father..."
Luo Xichen interrupted him coldly, her voice as sharp as the arctic wind: "Uncle Michelle, please be more respectful with your mouth. Wan Qing, she is my woman, my son's mother, and your future."
The mistress, as an elder you have no right to insult her."
Mechelle's father was blocked and speechless, and his face turned blue and purple. According to the rules, what he said angrily just now could be considered an overstep.
Luo Xichen grabbed Su Wanqing's hand, slowly lowered it from the side of his face, and placed it on the quilt. He looked at Michelle coldly and ordered in a deep voice: "Apologise to her."
The look on Michelle's face became more and more ugly, and finally she sighed heavily and lowered her head to Su Wanqing: "I'm sorry, Miss Su. Please come with me to help investigate my daughter's case.