——

The words almost blurted out, and Fu Siyu himself was stunned.

Carl froze in an instant. If he wanted to export, he was stuck in his throat. His face turned pale inch by inch. The light in his blue eyes was gradually replaced by silence.

So... He took him as a substitute.

Carl felt very ironic. He was a westerner. How did Fu Siyu associate yexuanchen with him?

His heart was aching, his pale lips were almost bitten by his teeth, and he could almost taste the fishy sweetness in his mouth.

For a long time, Carl hooked his lips, and a pale smile appeared on his face: "teacher!"

He was clearly laughing, and his voice was still hoarse after lust, but it sounded so empty, like a puppet with his soul removed, lifeless.

Fu Siyu's dark eyes stared at Carl for a long time. The lust at the bottom of his eyes gradually dissipated and got up from Carl. It was obvious that he had lost his interest.

Carl got up from the table, regardless of the dirt on his body, picked up his clothes and put them on quickly before he looked at Fu Siyu.

At this time, his look had returned to nature, and he was a little pale in addition to his face.

"If there's nothing wrong, I'll leave first." Carl spoke softly.

Fu Siyu naturally noticed Carl's changes and knew his psychology at this time, but he felt that he had no need to explain.

Because Carl is just a toy with higher utilization value for him.

When he reached the door, Carl suddenly stopped, turned back and looked calmly at Fu Siyu.

Fu Siyu looked at him without hesitation, waiting for Carl's next words.

"Fu Siyu... You'd better not fall in love with me."

Carl said in a very calm tone.

Fu Siyu hooked his lips and showed a touch of ridicule at the bottom of his eyes: "falling in love with you?"

He smiled twice and said, "I love you... It's true, but I love you... Ha ha!"

The meaning is self-evident.

Carl shook slightly, clenched his fist on his side for a few minutes, didn't say anything more, turned out and left the villa on the top of the mountain.

Fu Siyu took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer and lit one for himself. Circle by circle of smoke spit out from his mouth, but the boredom in his heart lingers for a long time.

……

The top floor of the Royal Hotel is not a luxurious presidential suite. The whole floor is a venue. Usually, if the rich in city a hold banquets or other high-end parties, most of them will choose here.

Today, there seems to be a large-scale banquet here.

Men in suits, with commercial smiles, ladies with exquisite makeup, and the hottest female stars in the entertainment industry walked into the banquet one after another under the guidance of waiters.

Qin Heng, dressed in a red suit and with a somewhat cynical smile on his face, came in with a beautiful young model in his arms.

The coquettish red suit, coupled with the young model with beautiful figure and face, instantly attracted the attention of most people at the banquet.

Naturally, Qin Heng would not dress like this to attract attention, because that's his usual style.

Seeing that it was the general manager of Dongyu, many people immediately surrounded and greeted Qin Heng one after another.

Yang Yifan came over with two glasses of red wine. After handing one of them to Qin Heng, he smiled and said, "yo! Mr. Qin, why are you alone? Where's Mr. Qin? "