This was the villa where Nuonuo died the previous night.

However, unlike the thunderstorms at that time, it was simply a large social scene of high society.

Numerous luxury cars were parked outside the door, and cosmos bloomed in the garden.

Song Zhan didn't stay with her and went to talk with the group.

The small company that was about to fail was in desperate need of relief, and at Qiu Li's birthday party, important people were there. This was the best time to accumulate interpersonal relationships. Every minute and every second was money.

Nuonuo leaned against the door, holding the box obediently. She was a little dazed.

Life was different from fiction.

In reality, Nuonuo's family was quite poor. Her dad worked on the construction site, and her mother was injured in a car accident. The couple regarded Nuonuo as all their hope. From childhood, she was clever and sensible, rushing to do housework, and her grades were outstanding in the class as well.

She had a simple living environment and looked good, but she didn't have any love relationship or even crush.

Nuonuo only wanted to study hard and bring her parents out of the abyss of poverty. She was even admitted to a prestigious university and was a step away from her dream.

Then she became a miserable character, Song Nuonuo.

Nuonuo had only seen such a luxury scene on TV. Most of the people were businessmen, and they were whimsical and talkative.

She wore a white skirt and stood in the corner.

Her long hair was slightly curled at the tip, hanging around her chest.

She was clever and quiet, so out of place. It was already ten o'clock in the morning, and everyone was waiting for Qiu Li. They heard that Qiu Li and a group of rich families were on their way.

Nuonuo thought, this man liked the excitement

Nuonuo looked down at the gift box in her hand, it seemed very important.

It was said to be something that would allow Mr. Qiu to accept her.

What was it? Nuonuo was curious.

The door lock rang, and suddenly the door was opened outside. Nuonuo was startled and quickly evaded.

The door opened.

She saw the male lead again.

She remembered how hard he pinched her neck and tried to escape.

Qiu Li followed a group of people.

It was still hot in September, his forehead was soaked and his pupils were black like ink.

Someone behind him said, "Mr.Qiu, when you started driving so fast, my heartbeat stopped."

Qiu Li looked at him.

Was it exciting?

He didn't have an accelerated heartbeat.

His heart was beating very calmly. Like his expression, there was a touch of coldness. He seemed to lose his sense of excitement.

When Qiu Li walked in, he saw Nuonuo.

The shattered sunlight spread out from the door, and the girl by the door bowed her head.

Her fingers holding the black gift box were as white as porcelain, and she grasped the box hard.

Her body trembled slightly, she tried to reduce her sense of presence.

Was she lying to herself?

Afraid of him?

Afraid of this?

He suddenly wanted to laugh, and said to a man next to him, "Help me light a cigarette."

The smoke ignited, Qiu Li caught it with his fingertips and flicked it gently.

He turned around and stopped deliberately in front of her, she really shook even harder.

Qiu Li looked at her. He was only 1.9 meters and she was only his shoulders high. Her timid appearance made him feel as if he was the devil. He ordered, "Look up."

Nuonuo's body was stiff when she heard this dominance classic tine.

His tone reminded her of what happened the previous night.

God ***** overlord.

She was afraid of being killed by this man!

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