Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

An Ning frowned, "Who are you, what are you doing to stop me?"

She has a famous saying that all good-looking men are poisonous, and this seductive man who knows his name is even more poisonous.

She never liked those who took the initiative to strike up a conversation, nor did she like Wang Fan's type.

"Rang Rang, you're not my type!" What she likes is Rong Kui's kind of tenderness.

"Don't be too hasty to make a conclusion!" Wang Fan was not in a hurry, the smile on his lips remained the same: "If there is something urgent, I will let you go after drinking this cup!"

It is difficult for the strong!
But judging by the situation in front of him, it seems that it is very difficult not to drink. Immediately, he grabbed the wine glass, raised his hand, and tilted his head, all the transparent liquid in the glass slipped into his throat!

"Can I let it go now?"

After saying that, Wang Fan stepped aside and walked up to the box on the second floor without any hesitation.

What she didn't see was the growing arc of Wang Fan's lips, what an interesting woman!

……

It wasn't until An Ning's figure disappeared from sight that he walked slowly to the dark corner booth on the first floor, and sat in a lazy sitting position opposite a certain man.

"It seems that the matter has been resolved?" Wang Fan raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "However, according to my visual inspection, the eldest lady of the Song family seems to have a good figure, so you are really willing to part with it. Isn't it a pity?"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Fan felt a gust of wind blowing around him.

"Ahem..." Wang Fan choked on the wine with just one look, "Young Master Leng, don't look at me like that, I'll think you... No, you're not interested in that wonderful fiancee Song Qingcheng Tempted?"

There was an air of ambiguity and gossip on Wang Fan's handsome face.

"Being tempted? I think I'm tempted by that Miss An!" Leng Jin's voice was cold, it was clearly a rhetorical question, but she used a firm tone.

A trace of panic flashed across Wang Fan's face, but he quickly calmed down: "Young Master Leng, are you kidding me? There are a lot of my young master's dishes for those Xiaojiabiyu type!"

It's strange, why did he say it's not my master's dish? This sentence sounds very familiar!
Wang Fan still frowned slightly thinking about what was wrong, but Leng Jinyan smiled with her thin lips curled up, and stood up after drinking the liquid in the glass.

"Where are you going?" Wang Fan asked.

"Next time, if you can still come up with such a bad trick, I will call my aunt directly to tell you where you are!"

Leng Jinyan answered the wrong question, left this sentence, and walked away.

Even the noisy environment of the bar couldn't cover up the kingly aura emanating from him.

Wang Fan glanced at the direction where Leng Jinyan left, and continued to drink. He seemed to be able to foresee that there would be a good show in the future.

At this moment, the mood of waiting to watch the show is far better than being threatened.

He couldn't wait to see the scene of Leng Jinyan and Song Qingcheng fighting wits and courage.

……

Song Qingcheng resigned himself to his fate and planned to put away the phone. When his fingertips slid across the screen of the phone, the number he had been thinking about was gently touched.

Rong Kui, the first letter of his name in pinyin is R, but Song Qingcheng has added an A in front of his number since the day he got his number, but he is just behind An Ning.

Just to be able to see his number at a glance.

The cold night wind at this moment formed a stark contrast with Rong Kui's warm face in memory.

She seemed to want to listen to Rong Kui's voice, even if it was only for a few seconds, it would be able to warm her cold heart at the moment!

But, what reason should she find to call Rong Kui.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was already very late. Would it disturb his rest if the time passed?
Song Qingcheng is not a coy person, but it happens every time he encounters Rong Kui.

"Allure?"

She was still hesitating, but the warm voice that she was thinking about came from the phone.

Song Qingcheng lowered her eyes and realized that she had accidentally called the phone, so she put the phone to her ear and pressed her left atrium with the other hand, "It's me, calling you so late... ...Actually, I was originally..."