Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Wen Queyi gave a chuckle, picked up the cup on the table and touched him.

Ruan Xi and this would be like a very pure-hearted holy monk, the old **** is on the ground, sipping the wine in the glass, looking at the calm sea outside.

Yuan Yang drank a drink with Wen Queyi.

To be honest, Wen Cheyi doesn't hate ambitious boys. Whether it is deliberately approaching or simply attracting opposite sex, she has a bottom line, and it doesn't matter who she falls in love with.

Yuan Yang looks good, is tall, and most importantly, he is young.

She became more interested in this child since he came over to sit down and drink.

"How old?"

"20."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No." He just said like a ghost.

"Yeah." After Wen Queyi drank the wine in his glass, he hummed.

Yuan Yang was also stunned.

He thought Wen Que Yi would at least get started...

Wenqueyido knows how to play. In the past few years, I have been used to seeing such young people who want to fight with rich women for a few years.

They think that they are hooking up with a rich woman, but in the eyes of the rich woman, they are just things for sale.

After playing cards without following the routine, Yuan Yang's formation was messed up, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

It happened that the little boyfriend of Wen Que Yi in the Shanghai stock market called over.

"My wife, are you not going home yet?"

The little boy is still tender when he hears it, shouting one wife at a time.

"I'll be back later."

"Why are you such a man next to you, huh, I'm jealous!" He's still acting like a baby over there.

Hearing that Queyi took out a cigarette here, Yuan Yang lit it up if she could see it. She spit out a mouthful of circles under her eyes, and said blankly to the little boy on the phone: "I'm a little busy, hang up first."

Ruan Xihe looked at her in time: "This doesn't seem to be the one from the last time. Has it changed?"

"Last time the heart was big and he kept taking care of me, so I changed it."

Ruan Xihe raised his eyebrows inconspicuously, tusk, this is real scum.

A male model took this opportunity to sit next to her, but was stopped by Ruan Xihe: "Sorry, I don't need to accompany."

"Just chat together."

"Thank you, no need." Ruan Xihe rejected him.

The man could only walk to the side angrily.

Yuan Yang was a little grateful that he didn't choose her just now.

After Wen Queyi took a few sips, he wiped out the cigarette butts.

"Really not playing?"

"Doctor Qi is still waiting at home." Ruan Xihe chuckled lightly.

Wen Queyi knew that she had always been very principled and didn't force it, just smiled.

"In fact, being your boyfriend is pretty happy too."

Ruan Xihe didn't respond to these words, but drank all the wine in the glass.

Many people on the side were somewhat envious of her boyfriend.

After all, they asked themselves, if they were so rich, they would be unable to resist the temptation 80% of the time.

Wen Queyi continued to drink with Yuan Yang, Ruan Xi and Yuan Yang watched boredly, and suddenly their eyes swept over Yuan Yang's collar and paused.

This is at sea, and many people come here wearing coats, and Yuan Yang is no exception.

With his superb eyesight, Ruan Xihe saw a very long hair on his collar.

This is definitely a woman's. Sister Wen's hair shouldn't be so long.

Hey, for an instant, he looked down at this person.

This kind of occasion is unequal. Ruan Xihe didn't save face. He leaned over, took the long hair between his jacket and T-shirt from his shoulder and brought it to Wenchoyi.

With one look, the two women knew what each other meant.

She carried a glass of wine to the deck to breathe, leaving it to Sister Wen to deal with it herself.

The wind was so strong that she messed up her hair. Ruan Xihe put the wine on the table and tied her hair in twos or twos with a small rubber band on her wrist.

Another good-looking brother followed.

"Miss Ruan is boring to drink too much alone, I will accompany you."

"No, I like to drink it alone."

Ruan Xihe politely smiled again alienatedly.

She waited until the people were gone and cleaned up, before she began to vacate herself. After a daze, the sea breeze was a little bit cold.

When will I be able to come back?

I was thinking about this.

Suddenly a "ding!" came from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Harmony."

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