Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"I have a boyfriend."

Hearing Ruan Xihe said that he has a boyfriend, Zheng Zhenxi heaved a sigh of relief without a trace: "I said how could such a beautiful sister not have a boyfriend."

Ruan Xihe smiled, but did not answer.

"Where is your boyfriend from?" Zheng Zhenxi said gossip like a small chat.

Ruan Xihe knew that she was still worried.

"It's from Australia."

"Then your long-distance relationship is very hard." She took it for granted that Ruan Xi was separated from the so-called boyfriend.

"I usually go back to Australia to see him." Ruan Xihe didn't mind dispelling her doubts completely.

Sure enough, the smile on Zheng Zhenxi's face became a bit more real.

"Hey, I really envy you, people I like have never responded to me." Zheng Zhenxi said nothing false.

"How does this cake taste." Ruan Xihe didn't want to discuss relationship issues with her, so he changed the subject abruptly.

"The taste is very good, I want to poach your dessert chef to my house as a private cook."

Ruan Xihe chuckled, "Miss Zheng is generous."

Deep-sea mermaid's salary for dessert chefs is not low. The highest annual salary reaches one million. Even some senior white-collar workers may not have such a high salary.

The two chatted one by one, completely ignoring Zhou Wei.

The man was extremely embarrassed sitting aside.

It happened that Wen Que Yi came back and put a chocolate cake in front of Ruan Xihe.

Seeing Ruan Xihe eating bite by bite, Zheng Zhenxi couldn't help but say: "If you eat the chocolate cake, the sweetness is too high and you will gain weight."

"I don't eat often, occasionally." Ruan Xihe said.

As for Fan Qingdong's side

"Fan Qingtong can't be such a dog, you broke up with her, and you stopped me?" Zhuo Yao vomited, this dog man.

He said that he was going to go over again, but he still didn't believe it. Today, he must ask her to get the contact information.

Fan Qingtong grabbed his arm and dragged the person back.

"Fan Qingtong!"

"She has a boyfriend, don't mess with it," Fan Qingtong said.

"Heh, last time you lied to me that I didn't have any contact information with her, so I turned around and got involved with others. Do you think I would still believe you?" Zhuo Yao thought this was another new reason for Fan Qingtong to stop him.

"Don't believe me, forget it." Fan Qingtong was a little irritable, went to the table on the side to grab a glass of champagne, and drank it in one breath.

Zhuo Yao was a little bit convinced: "Brother Fan, you didn't lie to me, she really has a boyfriend."

"Ok."

Zhuo Yao was a little frustrated.

When the two turned their heads, they found that the three women were sitting together talking and laughing? ? ?

The picture is incredibly harmonious and friendly, of course, the surrounding area has been completely ignored by people, as if it was abruptly separated from the picture.

But it's good to get along, Zheng Zhenxi is still quite poisonous, she didn't take care of the Yingying Yanyan beside Fan Qingtong, that is to say, after Fan Qingtong had a fire, Zheng Zhenxi was not so excessive.

No matter whether she broke up or not, Fan Qingtong didn't want to cause trouble to her because of herself.

At about 10 o'clock, Sister Wen said she was leaving, but Zheng Zhenxi said that she had opened a good room for them and let them stay one night before leaving.

Ruan Xihe thought that he had to leave the next day, so he refused.

Wenchoyi basically didn't drink tonight, just to drive back at night.

Zheng Zhenxi didn't force her to stay.

Fan Qingtong stood on the deck, looking at the green Lamborghini driving away, her expression a bit lonely.

He turned on the phone.

The screensaver was a sneak shot of her the day I went to see the sea with her.

The time I spent with you was not really happy.

Because I have tasted the pain and suffering of suffering from gains and losses and tossing and turning, but if I have the opportunity to do it again, I still want to meet you, want to be with you, and then, without going to the bar, I will guard you.

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