Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Row."

The restaurant Wenchoyi said is indeed a very good environment. You can see the Pearl of the Orient and the sea.

Romance is permeated in every molecular factor in the air.

"Who treats you well?" Wen Queyi doesn't interfere with her love life, the only thing that cares about is this.

"pretty good."

"Why doesn't he call you all day?" Wen Cheyi felt strange. The boyfriends of the little sisters used to be somewhat clingy. Is it possible that the chief executive can even manage his feelings freely?

"He, he should be still busy now." Ruan Xihe smiled in a low voice. He Nanxian was too calm and restrained. In fact, many times she could feel his thirst for an instant, but all of them were He suppressed himself and went back.

That's what I said, but based on her experience of getting along during this time, He Nanxian is probably holding her mobile phone and hesitating about her phone number.

"Didn't you say that you don't like being too busy?"

"I don't like being too busy." Ruan Xihe picked up a goblet, took a sip of the juice in the glass, and had to go to the bar for a while. Neither she nor Wen Queyi had any drinks. After all, drunk driving in the Shanghai stock market. Not kidding.

The traffic police here even fines you if the co-pilot doesn't wear a seat belt. They don't want to challenge others' law enforcement process.

"Then why stay with him." Although Wen Queyi doesn't understand the specific things inside, he should be the busiest man in the country, and all the major decisions and affairs of the country are weighed on him.

"Like it." She summed it up in three words.

Wen Que Yi: ...

"Which one don't you like."

"Yes, I like everything, so if you like it, then you will be together." Ruan Xihe's concept of love is very direct. If you like it, you will be together.

"Ok......"

"This restaurant is delicious, and I will come tomorrow." Ruan Xihe cut a small piece of cod and put it in his mouth. This is a smooth and refreshing taste, praise!

"Row."

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Capital

He Nanxian sat quietly in front of the phone screen.

Unlock, the main interface pops up in the phone.

Private WeChat is on the first page.

There was no small red dot on it, and he couldn't see much emotion on his face, so he clicked in.

The first WeChat on the top is Ruan Xihe.

Open the chat interface with your fingertips.

The last message above was still in the morning, and the little girl said that she had arrived at Sister Wen's house.

He replied: Okay, pay attention to safety, take a good rest

But on this one, she did not reply to herself, and the chat was interrupted here. He read these words over and over again, did he say something wrong? Did something make her unhappy?

But he didn't know where the problem was, so he clicked on her circle of friends and didn't post anything.

Ruan Xihe's circle of friends posted very little.

It has been more than half a month, and no one has been posted.

He Nanxian exited the chat interface, clicked on the address book again, and found the note: Hehe

That number.

I moved my fingers several times, frowned slightly, pressed the lock screen button again, and placed the phone on the desktop.

Open the file.

But he was very upset, and he couldn't handle things properly in this state.

......

The white Porsche stopped in front of the Taxx bar.

When Ruan Xihe got off the car, he glanced at random and saw the red Ferrari.

I didn't pay attention to the license plate before, and I don't know if it was the same car as the two wives.

But so what, not so?

The two girls walked in. It's not too lively now, but there are already a lot of people. The per capita consumption here is not low. There are a lot of rich second generations. You can see the line of luxury cars outside.

"Brother Gu, would you like to drink this?" Yu Xiaoyang held a bottle of Romani Conti. It was as gentle as it was, and as considerate as it was.

"No." The moment Gu Zheyi held a cigarette between his fingertips and spit out the smoke ring, the whole person exuded a very unique decadent charm.

He crushed the cigarette **** in the ashtray. It was meaningless, and wanted to go home. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure and stood up!

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