Angel of the net king

The body sank into the soft sofa, although it was a random movement, but Atobe obviously showed the imposing manner of an emperor, and completely ignored the ashen-faced Yushin Atobe in front of him

Buer glanced at Buer Shunyi, who had a worried face, and ignored him.Sitting calmly on the sofa, he casually picked up the photo on the coffee table, "Ah, this is Ling Ran! The technique of taking pictures is pretty good." Looking at the photo, Bu Er said softly

"Really? I'll take a look too." Yukimura stroked the purple hair on his forehead, spread out his beautiful smile, and sat beside Fuji, "Well, it's really not bad, Ling Ran's skin is really good. Well, I can’t even see the pores, I’m so envious.”

"Give me this photo." Echizen appeared behind the sofa at some point, and took away a photo from Noushou. The scene of this photo was captured very well, because of a misplacement, it was like Echizen was kissing Ling However, when Ryoma got this photo, there was a slow smile on his face.

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Tezuka was sitting on the single sofa, holding a document in his hand and looking at it carefully, frowning slightly, and a gleam of coldness flashed in his eyes covered by glasses

Long sat on the sofa, dazed in a daze, without absolute power and financial resources, in the eyes of these rich people, they were just inferior to them, and there was a strange look of confusion in his eyes

"Crack..." The sound of metal impacts attracted everyone's attention. Yakutsu was playing with the pistol in his hand, staring at Suzuki Qiyue with disdain, watching her sitting on the ground in a panic, with horror in her eyes Looking at the doorknob that was knocked to the ground by bullets

"I don't know where Miss Suzuki is going?" Yakutsu said with a sneer

"You..." Suzuki Qiyue turned her head and said in disbelief, never expecting that Yakutsu would shoot her

"Aren, what are you doing?" Yajiu Jinyuan roared, "And you people, where is your upbringing? Do you treat your elders like this?"

"How did you get this information?" Tezuka put the paper back on the coffee table, "Is this how you kidnapped Ling Ran?"

"Are there any fakes? Then how do you explain these intimate photos?" Yushin Atobe retorted directly, "Aren't these accessible to you family heirs?"

"Then have you found out that it wasn't him who approached us, but we were pestering him?" Atobe rubbed his tear mole and said mockingly

"These things must have been given by Suzuki Qiyue." Yukimura looked at the photo in his hand, "Just relying on these things to blame the teacher directly, didn't you think it through carefully?"

"Seiki, no matter whether these are right or wrong, I don't allow you to continue to communicate with him." Yukimura Takuto directly expressed his attitude to Seiki

"It's only now that you think of me, don't you think it's too late? Originally, I was the most..."

"Shut up..." Takuto Yukimura interrupted Seiki with an ugly expression on his face

For a moment, the entire hall fell into silence. . . . . .

"What's the matter, everyone is weird?" After taking a shower, Ling Ran casually put on a big bathrobe and ran out, holding a snow-white towel in his hand. Seeing Ling Ran's silver-white hair dripping down, everyone's eyes were fixed on Ling Ran's body.

Ling Ran, who came down from upstairs, threw himself into Long's embrace without hesitation, and handed the towel in his hand to Long, "Wipe my hair..." with a coquettish tone.

"What does this look like?" Yushin Atobe pointed at Ling Ran and said angrily, the muscles on his face were still shaking.

"Just brushing my hair..." Bu Er looked at Ling Ran who was restless in Long's arms, and said dotingly

"Hehe..." Suzuki Qiyue got up from the ground, with a gloomy laugh, "every time...it's like this...every time..."

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