The Paranoid President's Little Wife

Chapter 41 Isn't This Bai Yuer?
Zimei is the largest high-end private club in Rongcheng.

It is said that the identity of the behind-the-scenes boss is very unusual, black and white take both.Therefore, the guests who are eligible to enter the Zimei Club are either rich or expensive.

At this time, it is evening, and it is also the peak time for visitors.

Mi Xiner went to the bathroom before entering the box.

As soon as she opened the door of the bathroom, a girl ran out in a panic and almost bumped into her.

Mi Xiner looked up in surprise, and saw that the girl's figure was so familiar.

"Bai Yuer? Bai Ying's younger sister?"

How did she come to Zimei?
While Mi Xiner was wondering, she saw the door of a private room suddenly opened, a hand stretched out unexpectedly, and dragged the girl in directly.

The door was not locked, and when he got closer, the man's obscene laughter came to his ears, which made Mixin'er feel disgusted.

"Don't. Don't touch me"

"Little Pepper, drink this glass of wine, I promise to make you want to die..."

Mi Xiner couldn't listen anymore, and suddenly pushed the door open.

All the people in the box were stunned and turned their heads.

That "Bai Yu'er" also turned to look at her, and suddenly grinned, a strange and treacherous smile.

This person...is not Bai Yuer!

Mixin'er's back felt cold, and she suddenly realized what was happening and ran away, but suddenly stretched out a hand from behind to cover her mouth and nose.

The eyes suddenly went dark, and the woman's body fell limply...

in the box.

When Xi Murong saw Gu Sihan push the door open, she immediately stood up from the sofa with the woman in her arms.

He proudly pushed the woman beside him towards Gu Sihan. "Guye, this is my girl, isn't she beautiful? I'm off the list, when will you give me your big gift?"

As soon as he got close, Gu Sihan smelled the pungent smell on the woman's body.

Perfume, he frowned slightly.

Looking up again, I saw a woman wearing heavy makeup, with a face of the same style as an Internet celebrity, and the clothes on her body. Although they were all famous brands, the workmanship was obviously cheap, and it was probably a big-name A product.

Gu Sihan calmly walked to the sofa and sat down, raised his legs gracefully, picked up the red wine on the table and shook it lightly.

(End of this chapter)