Dictatorial devil V007!

  The young master used his other uninjured hand to knock on her head.

  "Idiot! If I really didn't care about your life or death, I would have just left, you think they could stop me?"

  Lan Mou sneered, "They have guns, you think you're a god or something..."

  Besides, she didn't think he would care about her life and death anyway.

  "It seems you have doubts about my abilities?" The young master narrowed his eyes.

  "I don't dare..."

  Lan Yimou said, rubbing the ash on his nose.

  Almost forgot.

  This is his turf, so it's better to say less and not provoke him.

  In case this devil does something to her again.

  The young master ordered like a king, "In short, you're not going anywhere until I'm healed."

  This demon is really too tyrannical!

  Lan Mu cursed him a hundred times in her heart.

  What's wrong?

  The bad premonition I had when I came here has come true.

  Was she really going to be trapped here by this devil? And who knows what he would do to her...

  She doesn't want it like this!!!!!

  Lan Yu was taken back to the young master's room after finishing his bath.

  As soon as he walked in, he saw the young master sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV screen in front of him with his legs crossed.

  He seemed to have taken a bath as well, wearing only a white bathrobe on his body.

  "Come here." He beckoned her over.

  The housekeeper closed the door respectfully behind her...

  Lan Mu walked up to him, bowing his head like a slave, waiting for his instructions.

  It's already very late outside and she doesn't know what time it is, anyway, she's very sleepy now.

  This devil doesn't sleep and won't let others sleep either.

  She glared at his profile with a fierce expression and made a face.

  She was getting a bit impatient and asked, "What did you call me here for? If there's nothing going on, I'm going to go sleep."

  The young nobleman held a glass of red wine, and there was no sign that he was injured.

  He settled comfortably into the soft sofa, propped up his legs and pressed a few buttons on the remote control.

  "Sit down and watch with me."

  "I think you're unhappy inside, hurt yourself, and don't want me to be happy either."

  Lan muttered under her breath, but still walked over and sat down on the sofa, though she kept a distance from him.

  The large LCD screen flickered and finally had a picture.

  Just by looking at the picture quality, it's not a high-definition movie or anything. It's a bit blurry and looks more like a video recording.

  Blue with foam, nothing interesting, drowsiness crept in bit by bit, making her yawn repeatedly.

  So sleepy...

  Want to sleep...

  But suddenly, the sweet and greasy voice coming from the TV made her feel a bit uneasy.

  That voice...

  She involuntarily looked at the TV screen and was shocked with wide eyes after seeing what was inside.

  "What's wrong with you?! Are you crazy?!"

  She scolded at Young Master Huang and hastily rushed over to grab the remote control.

  Yes, the video being played on TV right now is from that night's New Year's Eve party, when she was secretly filmed by him.

  "Savoring the aftertaste."

  The young master smiled with profound meaning.

  "Get a grip! What's there to savor?! You're really something else!! Hand over the remote control now!!"

  But no matter how she snatched it, she couldn't get the remote control.

  Damn it!

  Why is his hand so long!

  Lan's mind flashed with inspiration.

  She jumped down from the sofa and rushed in front of the TV, found the switch, turned off the TV, but strangely, the screen was gone, and the sound was still there.

  Especially when she was just right, it was her who made him make that kind of embarrassing sound.

  Oh my god!!!!!

  How could she make such a sound towards this demon!!!!

  Lan Yu's heart is already filled with thoughts of death.

  She was busy trying to figure out where the disc was placed, but the things in the imperial young master's house seemed to be all high-tech, and she had no idea where to start.

  She slumped down on the carpet in despair, covering her ears.

  "Don't look! Turn it off! Can you turn it off?!!"

  This is simply the most shameful thing in her life!

  But the scoundrel Huang Shaojie actually did it again and again in front of her.

  It wasn't until much later that the terrifying sound finally came to a stop.

  "How is it? Has it stirred up your memories?" The young master put down his wine cup on the tea table beside him and looked up at her.

  The playful smile at the corner of his mouth grew thicker.