Scapegoat Bride novel Chapter 38

This sudden extremely magnetic voice entered Han Yi Er's ears, causing her to freeze ...

Need.

Need help!

No matter who it is, please help me! The man in front of him was around 40 years old with short hair. He was wearing a well-groomed suit, and his eyes were filled with spirit. He had a high nose bridge and sexy lips. He exuded the temperament of a mature and steady man. Han Yi Er quickly wiped away the tears on her face and extended her wounded hands to hold onto the man's arm: "I want to go into the apartment to find someone, I'm not a bad person, can I beg you to bring me in?" Her words sounded incoherent, as if she was asking for help from anyone at the end of the road.

Struggling, she was still making her final stand against fate!

When the man saw this, he laughed with a gentle expression. "Hehe, I am also here to find a friend. Come with me."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He sounded so choked up, filled with disappointment. Now, even if Han Yi Er had a shred of hope, she would be extremely excited, but when she noticed her dirty hands grabbing onto the man's suit, she immediately let go and lowered her head in guilt: "Sorry, I dirtied your clothes."

The man elegantly shook his head, he pulled up Han Yi Er who was sitting on the ground, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to her.

In this world, there was righteousness and evil, there was good and evil, there was good and evil, there was good and evil, the heavens were not heartless, they left a window for themselves as they closed the door ...

Receiving the handkerchief, Han Yi Er gratefully nodded her head and followed the elegant and noble middle-aged man into the apartment once more.

Upon seeing the man enter, the snobbish security guard immediately nodded and greeted him, "Fang Dong." When his gaze shifted to Han Yi Er, who was standing behind Party Director, a trace of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

Both of Party Director's hands were in his pockets, completely ignoring the security guards, he turned around and looked at Han Yi Er gently: "Young miss, which floor are you going to?"

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the guard's astonishment. He was listening to how the guard addressed the man, this man should be a big shot. No wonder when he first saw the man, he felt that the man was talking elegantly and had an extraordinary temperament. He raised his head and smiled gratefully. "Thank you. I will do it myself." He reached out and pressed the button on the 18th level.

In the enclosed elevator, the atmosphere was clearly somewhat awkward. The man's white handkerchief had already been stained by him. "Sir ..."

"You ..."

Han Yi Er and Party Director spoke out at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed awkwardly.

"You first." Party Director courteously bowed like a gentleman.

"I've already dirtied this handkerchief. I'm sorry ..." He handed out the handkerchief with both hands. His expression was one of embarrassment.

"Hur hur." Party Director did not accept the handkerchief. Instead, he gracefully took out a name card from his pocket and handed it over to his. "This way, after you have washed yourself, you can give it back to me."

Han Yi Er was startled, she felt that something was amiss, but she still took Party Director's name card.

At that moment, the elevator stopped on the 18th floor. After stepping out of the elevator, he bowed deeply towards the interior to express his gratitude.

The elevator door closed and Ye Zichen raised his head. Then, he looked at the name card in his hand ...

"Pyncheon" international real estate executive chairman...

Fang Heng!

He had heard of this name many times when he was working at the company and drinking with "Earthly Paradise". At that time, he was filled with curiosity about this person and thought that he should be very old, but now ...