C15 Cheap attack

Ling Chen did not return to the Kingone villa for several days after the three months meeting at the dining table that day.

Under the meticulous care of the nurse and the maid, Jane Fan's injuries healed quickly. The right forearm had been scabbed, and now it was slowly peeling off. The wound on his forehead and the back of his head had already healed greatly. His long, supple hair was let loose, and it was casually parted from the middle. The black strands of hair that fell down happened to cover the faint reddish hue of his forehead.

The maid brought over a set of formal attire, and the moment she entered the room, she was shocked by the dressing of Jane Fan. "Miss Jane, you are so beautiful, even more beautiful than the female celebrities on TV."

"Thank you." She had never cared about her appearance. She had no concept of how beautiful she was. All she cared about was how to survive.

"Oh right, this is a dress that mister has customized for you. He said that he would come to take you to attend the royal ball later."

The maid spread the dress out on the bed. It was an elegant little dress. It was bright red, with a square back that showed a little of the shoulder blade, and the skirt was just long enough to fit above the knee. She didn't like it.

"Do you know what kind of party you're attending?"

The maid shook her head and urged, "I'll help you change it. Mister will be back soon to pick you up."

Jane Fan sat in front of the dressing table, not moving for a long time.

"What's wrong?" A deep and mellow male voice came from the door, and what entered his line of sight was his tall and straight build.

Jian Fan was slightly startled. Even though he had already hinted at her for a long time, his voice still made it hard for her to adapt.

"Miss Jane, she …"

"You go out first."

Ling Chen waved his hand, and the door closed, leaving the two of them alone.

"Why not?" He put a hand in his pocket. His breath was cold.

"It's too cold." Jane Fan lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes reflecting a row of beautiful silhouettes on his pale cheeks.

Ling Chen stared at her, his breathing stagnating. He thought of the night when she had seduced him at first sight.

"The shawl is in the car."

"I don't know how to wear it."

Ling Chen always had a cold face and did not say a word, but his rapid breathing betrayed the heat he was feeling at the moment.

"Help me wear it." The eyelashes gently swept up and down, casting an alluring light.

He crouched down and reached for the buttons of her shirt. One, two... The more she dissolved the more seductive it became, the more she felt the heat was unbearable.

"Gudong!" Finally, when all the white flowers in front of her chest were exposed, his Adam's apple couldn't help but roll in a circle.

"Go to hell!" Suddenly, Jian Fan's hand was tightly holding onto the brow slicing knife as he viciously slashed at Jian Chen's neck. The vicious expression on his face was like that of midnight, Raksha.

Ling Chen's eyes flashed, agilely grabbing her wrist, he threw the eyebrow knife far away.

With a cold snort, he became angry, "Don't play any tricks on me. Your life is still in my hands, killing me would not benefit you in any way. Get dressed quickly, I don't have much patience. "

Ling Chen threw the clothes on the bed onto her body, then went downstairs with a face full of anger.

Jane Fan caught the dress and slowly put it on.

Since he dared to bring her out for the party, he must have dealt with the people in the organization in the past few days. If he couldn't kill him this time, there would be a next time. In three months, she still had a lot of chances.

Jane Fan tied up his long hair and put on a proper light makeup.

The cut of the bright red dress was perfect for her curvaceous body. The long white lace gloves covered the flesh-red scars on her arms.

When Jane Fan went downstairs, Ling Chen was sitting on the sofa smoking with a depressed expression.

Only after seeing her in full dress did her expression relax.

He picked up the white fox fur vest and draped it over her shoulders. The texture was soft and smooth, and the touch was excellent.

"Do you know what it's made of?" He whispered in her ear.

Jian Fan raised his eyes and looked into the depths of his dark eyes. That place was like a deep pool, and he could not see through to the end.

"It's a white fox." The corner of her mouth raised in an evil arc, not forgetting to slightly freeze.