Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Sister Wen pressed the boy on the sofa and kissed him.

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Zhao Xiu also followed Ruan Xihe's gaze, with the corners of her mouth raised a little, and she saw her surprised gaze and said, "This is actually quite normal."

"Other rich women do the same to you?" Ruan Xihe raised his eyes to look at him.

She really didn't mean to discriminate when she said this, and Zhao Xiu knew it, so she was not angry.

"We only accompany the wine and sing. Others are charged and some are voluntary." After that, he jokingly said: "It's expensive to kiss me."

He has a good-looking skin, which is not greasy.

It's just that Ruan Xihe can't be amazing, because she has got too many beauties in her life.

"how old are you?"

"twenty four."

"What song can you sing?" She went to order a song.

Zhao Xiu walked over and sat beside her, and the two of them were suddenly close: "Almost all."

She wouldn't be disappointed to stay away from him. If she wanted to guard her body like a jade, she wouldn't point him just now.

"Let's do this." A particularly popular song in the small video lost the environment.

"Okay." Zhao Xiu picked up the microphone.

But I saw Ruan Xihe put the microphone on the coffee table.

"Don't you sing?" He thought she was going to sing with himself.

"I want to hear you sing." She lifted her chin and looked at him with a smile, her eyes seemed to hide the starlight of a galaxy for a moment, affectionate and focused.

Zhao Xiu's heart beat twice, then he looked away in a panic.

Ruan Xihe didn't take it seriously, so he could listen to him sing in his spare time.

Zhao Xiu's voice is good, and he sings very well.

Even with a trace of melancholy and hoarse, there is that kind of feeling.

She leaned lazily on the leather sofa, and the colorful ball lights turned, making her look too cold and charming.

Zhao Xiu's hand holding the microphone tightened again.

…

I actually spent an afternoon here.

It's getting dark.

After a meal, she sent Ruan Xihe back.

When getting out of the car.

"If he does anything drastic, call me immediately."

Wen Queyi's words are actually unnecessary. Think about Ruan Xihe's posture when he cleaned up her ex-husband. To be honest, if Ruan Xihe couldn't do it, she would go there for nothing.

But she just wanted to say.

"good."

"Why don't you go back, stay at my place for one night."

Wen Queyi was still a little worried.

"I promised him and I will go back tonight."

Ruan Xihe raised his eyelids lazily.

"Okay, then contact at any time." Wen Queyi could only say that.

"Good." Ruan Xihe should arrive.

The high heels hit the ground and rattled.

Wen Queyi sat in the car, staring at her back for a long time.

She didn't look back until the carved door of the iron fence was completely closed.

Ruan Xihe opened the door and he sat on the sofa.

The two looked at each other.