"Although our family doesn't have much money, we would never bother to sell our daughter. As long as I explain this matter to my father, he will definitely return the house to you with his own hands!"
After hearing this, Han Feifei was not angry, annoyed, surprised, or surprised. He stretched out his hand, gently lifted her chin, and forced her to look into his bright blue eyes: "Su Xiaoxiao, you have also seen the wrong person.
I never force any woman to crawl into my bed unless they are willing. Not to mention, with your looks and figure, you are not worth 3.8 million in bed."
Xiaoxiao opened her eyes angrily and stared at Han Murphy fiercely, "I...I...I" for a long time without saying a single sentence.
Looking at Su Xiaoxiao in front of him, Han Murphy felt the urge to strangle her to death.
Now, with his hand on her chin, he only needs to move it down a little to grab her throat.
Every time in the dream, she grabbed his throat and tried to strangle him to death on the bed.
However, he did not want her to die so early.
She is dead. Who should he settle with for so many years of hatred and enmity?
Death is a kind of liberation, a kind of happy liberation.
If he had really been strangled to death on the bed back then, he wouldn't have had to linger in pain and nightmares to this day.
Death is a kind of happiness, especially for people like him who have long been miserable.
Thinking of this, his hand holding Xiaoxiao's chin gently slid down and covered the delicate skin on her neck: "I just think you are very interesting and want you to do three things with me. The first thing, I have already thought of
Come, accompany me to Jinmao to see the night view of Shanghai."
Han Murphy's words trailed off, and Xiaoxiao suddenly felt his hand tighten, and a sharp pain suddenly came from his neck.
However, the feeling passed away in an instant, as if he was teasing her.
"Will I accompany you to Jinmao to see the night view?" Xiaoxiao felt that Han Murphy's words seemed to be teasing her.
"Yes, let's go."
"Wait a minute, it's nine o'clock now. The 88th floor of Jinmao is probably closed."
"It doesn't matter, it will open up for me."
Han Murphy was right, the 88th floor of Jinmao was really open for them.
The direct elevator on the underground floor that can accommodate 1,000 people has only two passengers tonight, she and Han Murphy.
Standing on an eighty-eight-story building, looking far into the distance, Shanghai is sparkling amidst the feasting and lights.
Xiaoxiao has been to the 88th floor of Jinmao, but that was during the day.