Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Take the exit hood from your pocket and go around to ask for leave from the editor. It's not difficult to pretend to be sick.

Luo Fu was quite nervous, and asked her to go back and take a good rest. Now too many young people from all walks of life have died suddenly.

Ruan Xihe simply asked for tomorrow's leave.

He sent a message to Yan Fufeng, saying that he had taken sick leave and was going home.

It made Yan Fufeng nervous to death on the spot, thinking she was really good.

The bag was in the office, and Mo Qianqian was in it. She didn't go back to get it, but stood downstairs in the company and waited.

The car arrived in less than ten minutes. This time it was not Yan Fufeng driving. The driver drove her. She got in the car and sat in the back.

Yan Fufeng held her hand: "Was the heat just waiting for you?"

"Fortunately, I am standing inside, with air conditioning." She said.

The extended version of the Rolls-Royce is quite full of features.

Yan Fufeng brought out an iced taro **** from the small refrigerator, which he bought when he passed by just now.

"Wow." Her eyes lit up. It's really great to eat this in this weather.

She ate delicately one bite at a time.

Now I have developed the habit of taking pictures before eating, but it is also very good, just like playing games.

Yan Fufeng pays attention to Ruan Xihe on Weibo.

He also changed the screen name to the kid's uncle.

"Where are we going?"

"Go gamble." What Yan Fufeng didn't say was that he had just got off the poker table and came over immediately after receiving news from her.

In fact, Rin Dong could pick him up by himself, but he always wanted to come by himself.

"Okay." Ruan Xihe hasn't entered the casino for several days, and his hands are still itchy.

Going in with Yan Fufeng's arm, the eyes of everyone looking at Ruan Xihe changed for a while, with a little awe in curiosity. After all, people who can surrender the boss are indeed worthy of awe.

"Yan Xiaoliu, what did you do? I feel that everyone is a little bit afraid of you." The word "billion" is very particular.

"Yes?" He was used to this.

But he didn't want to talk about specific things. He didn't want her to know about those dark pasts. The little girl was so simple and beautiful. He wanted to protect this beauty, and he hoped that he could always be beautiful in her heart.

Of course, Ruan Xihe knew that everyone had a past. He didn't want to say it, but she could actually guess a little bit. If he can get to where he is today, his past life will inevitably not be much calmer.

The group went directly to a box on the second floor.

Seven or eight people inside all turned to look at them.

When I saw Ruan Xihe, I was stunned. Whenever a woman appeared next to Mr. Yan, everyone was a little dazed for a while.

And this little girl is surprisingly beautiful.

One of them reacted quickly: "Mr. Yan brought his girlfriend here today. It is really blessed that the girlfriend is very beautiful." This is a female boss.

Everyone immediately boasted about Ruan Xihe. Sometimes people face the prosperous riches, their mouths are really sweet to the extent you can't imagine.

For Yan Fufeng, praise Ruan Xihe is definitely better than praise himself.

Just look at his expression.

The ability of Yan Fufeng to come back means that the gambling game can continue.

Lin Dong moved a chair over, and Ruan Xihe sat beside him. This game was playing with Jinhua. The game was huge. This one was 50 million. Everyone was very nervous. There was a man with sweat and shaking on his forehead. He didn't dare to open his last card.

Yan Fufeng's last card was also clasped. He turned his head to look at Ruan Xihe, smiled, and hugged her to sit with his chest against her back: "Help me open this card."

The splendid and drunken casino, this scene of shoulder-to-neck whispering is more beautiful than any movie poster.

"Don't, what if I lose my luck?" Ruan Xihe smiled delicately.

"If you lose, count me, and if you win, you count." He really doesn't matter, but it's only 50 million.

Ruan Xihe turned his head and kissed him: "Hey, it's stamped, you have to speak up!"

"It counts." He liked that she didn't hide her intimacy in front of others.

Ruan Xi and his fingertips buckle the card.

Everyone sighed and looked at her.

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