Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

Fu Jingran followed her into a VIP elevator.

A few minutes later, the elevator reached the top floor with a crisp ding sound.

The waiter stepped out of the elevator first, took him to the door of the presidential suite dutifully, and after ringing the doorbell, said softly, "Mr. Xia, your guest has arrived."

Sure enough, it is the highest star hotel with good service.

After a while, the door was opened a crack, followed by a woman's sweet voice: "Come in."

The waiter smiled slightly and said, "Sir, I'm going first."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Fu Jingran pushed open the half-open door and walked in.

The huge presidential suite is decorated in European style, luxurious yet elegant, with soft dark carpets on the floor and crystal lamps shining brightly.

Chong Ai walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of water, turned around and saw Fu Jingran was still standing by the door, looking like a door god, couldn't help but curl his lips.

"What are you still standing there for? Come and sit down."

Fu Jingran pursed his beautiful thin lips, and a dark light flashed in his glass-like clear eyes.

The woman standing next to the bar was wearing a white bathrobe, probably just after taking a bath, her smooth black hair casually draped behind her was dripping with crystal drops of water, and her slender legs were covered under the bathrobe.

The woman's white jade feet stepped on the dark carpet, and the dull carpet set off her crystal clear feet, and the nails reflected the light under the crystal lamp.

Elegant demeanor, every move reveals a silent temptation, charming heart.

Fu Jingran saw that she looked very familiar, and anger burst into his heart again.

So, he walked up to her with a sullen face.

"What does Mr. Xia mean?" He opened his hand to reveal the crumpled note, which he picked up after throwing it away before.

The man in front of him was very young, at most twenty years old, with deep contours on his face, his pursed lips and sullen face was a bit scary, which probably had something to do with his height and temperament.

Fu Jingran is more than 1.8 meters tall, even though she is about 1.7 meters, standing in front of him without high heels looks shorter.

The man's aura was frightening, with a heavy sense of oppression.

Chong Ai glanced at the note in his hand, smiled slightly while holding the glass, and said, "It's nothing else, I just want to see you."

really?

It was just a meeting, but the appointment was at the Dynasty International Hotel, which would inevitably make people fantasize about it.

Fu Jingran's eyes darkened, he held his hand suddenly, turned and left.

"Hey." Chong Ai hurriedly called him to stop: "Don't go yet, sit down and have a chat with me."

Fu Jingran paused, but still walked towards the door.

Tsk~

Chong Ai put the glass on the bar, quickly caught up with him with long legs, and grabbed his arm.

Fu Jingran subconsciously wanted to shake off, but held back forcefully, he was afraid of hurting her.

Chong Ai held his vigorous and powerful arm, with a solemn expression, said: "I don't mean to belittle you, I sincerely want to chat with you, simply chatting."

It's just chatting now, and I'll sleep with him deeply later.

Fu Jingran lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the woman whose hair was still dripping, but who looked at him nervously.

"Relax," he said.

Chong Ai let go of his hand, pointed to the sofa, and said, "Go and sit down."

Fu Jingran took off the guitar on his back and put it beside the sofa, and sat down on the sofa himself.

Chong Ai poured two cups of warm water, walked over to sit down, and pushed a cup in front of him.