Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Chapter 867: Not convinced? Kill him (87)

After hearing Xing Rong's words, several of his men stopped what they were doing at the same time.

Zhong Fanle looked at Xing Rong with interest, with a smile on his lips: "Ms. Xue, are you finally willing to speak?" He slowly walked in front of Xing Rong, then slowly squatted down, reached out and pinched her chin, lifted it up with a little force, forcing her to look at him.

Xing Rong didn't dodge. Her gaze fell directly on Zhong Fanle, his half-smile clearly reflected in her amber pupils. Her breathing was steady, not even a hint of disorder, and only her bound hands seemed to be struggling from supporting themselves on the ground.

"Or do you want to go down and play with my men in your sister's place?" Zhong Fanle's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of teasing.

Xing Rong's expression remained calm and composed. She responded calmly, "Zhong Fanle, you came to my school specially when I started the semester, and now you invite us here in this way. It shouldn't just be for me to play with your men, right?"

Zhong Fanle was somewhat surprised by Xing Rong's calmness. He narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the seemingly weak girl in front of him.

After a moment, the smile on his lips gradually faded, replaced by a faint sneer: "Xue Xiaoqi, you are very smart and calm. Then, you should know what I want to do, right?"

Xing Rong nodded without hesitation, "I know. As long as you let my sister go, I can help you with whatever you want to do."

When Zhong Fanle saw that his plan had succeeded, a smug smile appeared on his face. He raised his head proudly, as if the whole world was under his control.

"Take Silin away first. Remember, you must serve her well." Zhong Fanle gave the order, his tone revealing an unquestionable majesty.

Xing Rong watched Zhou Silin being taken away and stared at Zhong Fanle nervously, "Zhong Fanle, what exactly do you want to do to my sister?"

Zhong Fanle's lips curled up slightly, revealing an unfathomable smile. He slowly replied, "Don't worry, as long as you agree to my request, I will definitely not do anything to her."

Xing Rong's brows furrowed even more tightly. "You'd better keep your word, otherwise I won't help you."

Zhong Fanle didn't seem to care about Xing Rong's threat. He gently patted the dust off his body, as if the dust was Zhou Silin. As long as he waved it lightly, Zhou Silin would be easily cleaned away like the dust.

Xing Rong took a deep breath. "I said I would help you, and I will definitely help you. It's just..." She looked around. "Are you sure you want me to treat you in a place like this?"

……

In a luxurious room on the cruise ship

Zhou Silin walked barefoot on the fluffy carpet, the belt of her expensive velvet bathrobe was tied loosely, and the snow-white skin under her collarbone was faintly visible.

On the carved iron table on the balcony, chilled champagne was bubbling in a silver bucket. She leaned lazily in the cushioned armchair, her slender fingers pinching the stem of the high-heeled glass, and looked leisurely at the rough sea in the distance, completely free of the embarrassed look she had just had in the cabin.

The door opened with a click, and the person who opened the door bowed respectfully to her, then stepped aside to let Zhong Fanle in.

"You got her so quickly?" Zhou Silin raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she was looking forward to what Zhong Fanle was going to say next.

Zhong Fanle threw his coat onto the sofa in the room, then sat down next to her, poured himself a glass of champagne, and took a sip.

"What's the hurry?" His voice was low and magnetic. He looked past her and looked at the increasingly dark blue outside the balcony, wondering what his next move should be.

"According to our plan, the next step is to make her experience a life worse than death. I don't want all my hard work today in acting to go to waste."

In order to play this scene well, she paid a considerable "price". The pain of having her hands twisted behind her back was real. And when she was dragged, her carefully groomed hair was stained with disgusting dirty oil. She still remembers the unpleasant smell.

"Don't worry." The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he raised the wine glass in his hand, "For our...'new life'."

The glasses made a crisp clash of sounds in the air, and the lingering sound lingered in the luxurious air for a long time, as if it was the prelude to the next wonderful show.