"Let me go!" Su Li struggled with all her might. But to the man in front of her, Su Li's strength was comparable to an ant's.

The man's black hair stuck to his forehead, as if he had just finished bathing. Only the lower half of his body was tied with a bath towel, and his broad and strong back was exposed, as well as the perfect proportion of his muscles and waistline.

At this moment, he looked down at her. There was no expression on his face. Even his dark eyes were calm and indifferent.

However, when he held her neck, his strength was getting greater and greater, making people feel the cold anger in his body, making them tremble with fear.

The more he was like this, the more she identified that he was the person arranged by Su Yunna. Otherwise, how could he appear so coincidentally in this room?

Thinking of Su Yunna's mocking laughter in the morning, Su Li's nose twitched again. She fiercely bit down on the arm that the man was holding onto.

The man was caught off guard.

Su Li ignored him. After a short while, blood began oozing out from the back of the man's hand.

The man looked at her, his eyes getting colder, and the coldness began to gather in his eyes.

"Let it go!"

"Woo..." She stared at him and responded with action.

"Don't be so shameless!" The man was so angry that he laughed. He could no longer remember how many years it had been since she had acted so audaciously in front of him.

"Sob sob...." She didn't let out a single sound, but she could see tears welling up in her eyes as she laughed.

The man was also laughing, but his smile was very short. In just two seconds, the smile on his face had disappeared. He stared at her fiercely and said in a low and cold mean tone, "Play tricks, right? Okay, I'll play with you!"

Playing tricks?

Su Li was stunned.

"Hiss—"

The white shirt broke with the sound, revealing the round and white bra in front of her, full of temptation.

"You!" Su Li's face turned pale with fright. She instinctively raised her left hand that was not under her control and tried to shield herself.

His wrist was cut in mid-air, and then it was knocked down again.

"Let me go! I will call the police!" She trembled with anger, and her bare skin became ruddy because of nervousness and shame.

A sardonic glint flashed across the man's eyes. Just when he was about to speak, his expression changed. He lowered his head and leaned on Su Li's shoulder. His nose twitched.

"What are you trying to do?!" Goosebumps broke out on Su Li's skin in an instant. A strange sense of danger tightened every nerve in her body. She began instinctively struggling.

"What brand is the perfume on you?" The man slowly raised his head and looked at her with a pair of uncertain eyes. He stared at her face and slightly narrowed his eyes.

"None of your business!" She opened her mouth and was ready to bite the man's arm again.

The man suddenly raised his hand to avoid her, then reached his hand through her neck, suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss was just too overbearing. The intense aura of the kiss instantly invaded Su Li's mind, rendering her eyes wide open. She could not react in time.

The man sucked heavily on her soft lips. The moment Su Li opened her mouth in pain, he pushed the tip of his tongue in to deepen the kiss.

The quiet breath and struggle of the woman in his arms caused the passionate kiss full of punishment and conquest to gradually deteriorate.

The man's grip on Su Li's wrist suddenly tightened and pressed down on her. His lips left her lips and turned to Su Li's fair earlobe.

Everything happened so suddenly that Su Li forgot to fight back.

Until, a sense of heat came from her chest. This feeling was too exciting, and she immediately woke up.

"What do you want to do! Let me go!" She wanted to push him away, but his hand immediately grabbed her head and covered her lips again. His action was more outrageous.

"Dong dong..."

The sudden knock on the door stopped the man from continuing.

Su Li's body also stiffened slightly. As the man came to a stop, she also stopped all her struggles.

"Dong dong..."

In the quiet space, the knock on the door became clearer and clearer.

Su Li's face instantly turned as white as snow.

She raised her hand and instinctively pushed the man on her body, trying to push him away, but she could not.

Perhaps it was because of the sudden knock on the door, the man seemed to be in a trance and did not move for a long time.

It wasn't until Su Li pushed him that he slowly regained his senses. He glanced at Su Li and slowly released his grip on her wrist.

"Don't move." She coldly said the last sentence, picked up her scattered shirt, and strode away.

Su Li's long lashes fluttered. Slowly, she curled herself into a ball.

... ...

Outside the hotel room, Wen Mingyuan stopped knocking and frowned slightly.

The man's appearance was ordinary, but his black suit made him very tall and straight, and his eyes were unusually calm. He seemed to have a unique intellectual temperament.

He looked down at the folder in his hand and raised his hand to look at the time. He hesitated, not knowing if he should call Governor.

As soon as the start-up ceremony was over, the governor did not return to the residence of the nobles as usual. Instead, he sent the governor to the hotel closest to the meeting place.

Wen Mingyuan knew that he was exhausted.

In order to prepare for this meeting, Mr. Governor had not slept for two days and one night.

He sighed slightly.

The Chu family was famous in the world, and its political and business circles were very important. It was the most powerful family in the world.

When Chu Beibei was born, he was surrounded by such a halo.

He had grown up high since he was little.

Such a person should be pampered and enjoyed his status, but Chu Beibei did not do so.

After he came of age, he directly refused the path arranged by his family and went to join the army without saying a word. Step by step, it took him ten years to climb to the current position of the governor of Z Country.

Of course, the family factors were part of it, but only he knew what he had suffered.

Let His Excellency rest a little longer.

With this in mind, Wen Mingyuan intended to leave, but when he turned around, an electronic sound came behind him. Then the door was opened.

"Your Excellency!" Wen Mingyuan immediately saluted.

"Come in." Chu Beibei nodded and turned around in a white bathrobe.

Wen Mingyuan followed closely behind and Chu Beibei sat on the sofa. He looked at the empty table, put down the briefcase, and made a cup of coffee first.

"Sir." He placed the coffee in front of Chu Bei.

Chu Beibei raised his cup and took a sip. His robe sleeve slipped down his wrist inadvertently, revealing a touch of red.

Wen Mingyuan was shocked. "Your Excellency, your hand..."

"I'm fine." Chu Beibei frowned slightly, as if he was unhappy that he had accidentally exposed his wound.

Wen Mingyuan silently dug out the gauze and ointment from the closet in the living room and looked at Chu Beibei with hesitation.

The latter rolled up her sleeves and nodded faintly.

Wen Mingyuan immediately went forward and was ready to wrap him up. However, when he saw the wound clearly, his expression changed slightly.

The wound was not a big deal, but the scar was too big. It looked like a tooth mark, a female one.

How dare a woman attack Chu Beibei?

It was incredible...

Although curiosity had swelled to the extreme, he still knew what to ask and what not to ask.

"Sir, these are the records of today's meeting, and this is the letter from Ambassador 210.." Wen Mingyuan opened the briefcase and handed a document and a letter sealed with retro style fire lacquer to Chu Bei.

"There's neither an email nor a right channel, but a letter with this kind of retro style. In terms of confidentiality, it needs more credibility than a safe network. The only trouble is to leave evidence."

"It should be about this meeting." Chu Beibei opened the letter and read it while listening to Wen Mingyuan's words.

Wen Mingyuan sat quietly aside, waiting for Chu Beibei's instructions.

"By the way." Chu Beibei seemed to think of something. He reached out and handed a white shirt to Wen Mingyuan.

Wen Mingyuan subconsciously took it from his back. When he saw the thing in his hand clearly, his self-restraint couldn't help but stare at it.

The main white color.

The petite style had a faint scent.

It was clearly a woman's shirt, and it seemed to have just been taken off...

When did their Admiral have such a habit?

Wen Mingyuan was dumbfounded.