100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Ye Chen's demonic eyes froze, and the evildoer's face suddenly turned dark!

A storm is brewing in his black eyes.

This damn woman dares to despise him?

Why can she always stab someone with a smile, and hit the target with one hit?

Okay, he admits it.

His kissing skills were terrible. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. He had no one to practice with, so his skills were naturally not good.

When a man is questioned about his poor kissing skills, it is as taboo as questioning his ability in certain areas.

It hurts your self-esteem!

Third Young Master Ye stared at her fiercely, tearing off her dress and pressing her in the car to test his **** abilities.

Cheng Anya sensed the impending crisis and cleared her throat, "Mr. Ye, I'm home!"

Young Master Ye narrowed his eyes and looked at him, unmoved and standing indifferently.

Cheng Anya was stiff all over.

You can't even hear such an obvious expulsion order. Mr. Ye, when did you become mentally retarded?

What does it mean to stand still?

Ye Chen looked up at the lights upstairs, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "Miss Cheng, wouldn't you like a glass of water?"

Cheng Anya was petrified, looking stiffly at the little figure shaking upstairs...

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She soon calmed down, and slowly took out four coins from her bag, smiled a dizzyingly beautiful smile, and put them leisurely into Ye Chen's hand.

"Mr. Ye, walk 20 meters to the left and turn right. There is a small shop. You can do whatever you want. I'll treat you as a treat. Good night and goodbye!" Cheng Anya's attitude was very high, as if she was offering Ye Chen a bottle of water. A great gift to him.

As soon as she said that, she didn't have the courage to face Mr. Ye's livid face. She knew the current affairs well and quickly rushed into the community.

Cheng Anya entered the elevator, panting like an ox, her face as red as fire.

Did he just extend an invitation?

Still interested in her son?

Cheng Anya has mixed feelings, no matter which one it is, it's not a good thing for her.

"70,000..." Biting hard at her monthly salary, Cheng Anya struggled with whether to resign or not.

If she continues like this, she will have a heart attack.

"Maybe money is more important, right?" Cheng Anya stroked her chest and suddenly discovered that the rose tear was still on her body.

She frowned, forget it, it's not too late to pay it back tomorrow.

This thing gave her a very ominous feeling.

It's like a cursed gem.