Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"At night, come back at night." She was a little embarrassed and staggered his eyes.

With a smile in his eyes, he kissed her lips: "Well, come back tonight."

She knelt on the bed and Yan Fufeng stood in front of the window.

The tie was flexibly tied with his fingers.

Ruan Xihe knows this skill too well, after all, practice makes perfect.

"Out to play in the afternoon?"

"Yes, they asked me to do beauty treatments."

Yan Fufeng circled her waist, smiling but not smiling, "I started diplomacy for me so soon."

Ruan Xihe blushed and punched her with a smile: "That's not going to go."

"Go, go, Mrs. Yan." He lowered his head and said to her ear.

Yan Fufeng went to work, and Ruan Xihe slept at home all morning.

Go out to play in the afternoon.

Drive out that Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

The car was parked in a temporary parking space in front of Starbucks, and she went there to buy a glass of Frappuccino.

When she came out, many people gathered around her car to take pictures, some of them seemed to be internet celebrities.

When I was in the Shanghai stock market before, it was not she who complained, but there were so many celebrities.

It seems like a small video, it's a woman who drives a luxury car and lives in a big villa, and I don't know which ones are true or false.

The Bulgari Hotel joins a group to take pictures and has a dinner with Bulgari afternoon tea.

But the same is true in Australia.

She saw a girl who used her car as a prop, and the Chanel on her back was a fake.

Why is it clear, because she also has one of that color Chanel.

After all, they didn’t get to the car, and she didn’t do anything. Just take a picture. Sitting on a small table outside Starbucks, drinking coffee slowly, the sun is not too big and the wind is blowing. The weather is true today. Comfortable.

Fingers casually swiped through the circle of friends, and gave them a thumbs up when they saw something interesting.

I drank a cup of coffee, and they didn't finish the filming yet.

Ruan Xihe walked over.

A boy who was enthusiastic about taking pictures saw such a beautiful girl coming and thought she wanted to take pictures too, so he moved aside and said, "Come on."

The girl next to him who was obviously with him pulled her face off in an instant: "Zheng Xiaoming, you are just seeing your friends, I just asked you to make a place for me, why don't you give it."

"I'm willing to let you control me."

"I don't allow it. You have to take pictures and go in line." The girl looked at Ruan Xihe and said, her attitude was nothing.

"Occupy your place? Bapo, I'm willing to make a place for her." The boy became unhappy, and sweared on the spot.

Without giving them a chance to quarrel, Ruan Xihe took out the car key from his bag and unlocked the car. Everyone was stunned when the car lights were on.

"Sorry, I haven't finished the filming for so long after waiting for you, but now I have something to do and I have to go first."

After speaking, he walked over and opened the car door and left.

This is a trivial matter for Ruan Xihe, because she has encountered too many similar things.

The car drove to a beauty center.

Mrs. Liu asked her to do beauty treatment.

Tiangong Beauty Salon.

At that time, I saw that Yo, Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Tan were all there.

"Ms. Yan is a rare visitor, and I haven't seen you out to play lately." Mrs. Tan joked with a smile.

"I just came back from country Y a few days ago, and I brought you a small gift." Ruan Xihe had already prepared things, one person and one bottle of Guerlain after the shower.

This thing is more than 10,000 bottles, not expensive, but difficult to buy.

Small gifts, it’s just the heart.

The ladies are very happy.

Four women lie on the bed and talk, while the masseur is doing massage behind them.

"I can't stand a woman with Mrs. Yan's figure." Mrs. Liu joked.

"Hey, Liu Ye is also very domineering in that respect. I was ashamed to see the traces on my sister's body just now." Mrs. Tan saw it just now.

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