And the woman was none other than that.

It was the female journalist who was on the plane before.

The woman who fell into the hands of the bad guys and was rescued by Su Xian who was shot in the shoulder.

At this time, after the woman in the bathrobe saw the familiar cold and delicate face, her eyes were dark and heavy, and she looked at him for a moment, as if she had missed him for a long time.

Yes, miss ......!

Although he shoots her, he saves her from the bad guys.

His appearance was difficult to remove from her eyes when it first appeared in her eyes at that time.

"I knew you were coming." She looked at Su Xian, the corners of her lips slightly hooked.

The firm tone made Su Xian's eyes deeper and deeper.

He walked into the room indifferently, pursed his lips, and did not speak immediately.

After watching Su Xian walk into the room, the woman locked the door and followed him with a smile.

After Su Xian looked around, he said lightly: "I'm here, where are the things?" ”

When these words fell, the woman said unhurriedly: "Mr. Su, you are so smart, I believe you should understand what I mean." ”

The woman smiled meaningfully, and her body was already very close to Su Xian.

"This is the best red wine in their hotel, shall we have a drink?"

She sat down on the couch, leaning sideways, one leg gently raised, revealing a smooth calf.

Then he elegantly picked up the red wine on the table and slowly poured two glasses into the goblet.

Invited him to drink together.

In the middle of the night, lonely men and widows, living in the same room, lights, red wine, and the purpose of inviting him to come, seemed to be more sober.

And Su Xian looked at her pouring red wine, and his eyes deepened a little.

Then he walked up to her without changing his face, and the Lord took a glass of red wine.

His slender fingers, clean and beautiful, were sandwiched in stark contrast to the dark brown of the red wine bottle.

The back of his porcelain-white hand, under the light, can faintly see the slightly raised blood vessels on the back of his hand.

The woman looked at his hand, watching his gaze grow more and more obsessive.

Such a good pair of hands, as if carved by an artist, but they have shot and killed people.

That sense of contradiction, like his face, made her can't help but be fascinated by him.

She stared at him and said, "Mr. Su, your wife has been pregnant for so long, you shouldn't have lived for a long time, right......?" ”

As soon as the words fell.

Su Xian was silent for a moment, and then looked at her indifferently: "What do you want to say?" ”

In fact, she already understood what she meant.

When the woman heard this, she unconsciously loosened the bathrobe on her body a little more, and her chest seemed to be about to burst out.

She slowly stood up, pinched the goblet and approached him, and said in a slow voice, "...... Mr. Su, are you going to be lonely......"

As she spoke, her hand fell on Su Xian's shoulder, "...... The evidence is all in my phone, there is no backup, I just don't know what Mr. Su means......"

Her fingertips, roaming over his shoulders, spoke those words in an ambiguous tone.

And the subtext of that sentence is to use those evidences in exchange for tonight's night.

Su Xian was silent for a moment, then turned around and touched the red wine with the one in her hand.

"Mr. Su really knows each other......" The woman's voice, with a smile, has been lingering a hundred times.

Su Xian raised the wine glass, handed the red wine to his lips, took a sip gently, and after rolling the Adam's apple a few times, he lowered his eyes and saw that she had also drunk the red wine.