Slag Girl Illustrated Book

As soon as Yue Jie came, many people moved by hearing the wind.

"The more total!"

The speaker is Li Jing, the boss of Shengrui Group.

"Mr. Li." Yue Jie and Li Jing have worked together, and they are not particularly familiar, but they can be called acquaintances. He has made appointments several times.

"Yue Zong hasn't brought anyone out to a business banquet for several years." You see what Li Jing said.

Ruan Xihe quietly twisted him with his hands.

"This is my fiancee." Yue Jie glared at Li Jing with a warning.

Li Jing was taken aback. He thought that such a beautiful woman should be a little lover. After all, he had never heard of any daughter with such stunning beauty.

"Hey, look at my stinky mouth. It turns out to be a fiancée. It's really a blessing to be always better." Li Jing quickly changed his words.

But Mo Tingshen has already come here. Rongchang Group has a cooperation with Shuohua this year. He came here this time to negotiate the details of the project.

He thought he could remain calm, thought that after a few months of precipitation, he would feel a little bit weaker towards that relationship, and thought that he would not be so impulsive when he was older, but he was wrong, and Ruan Xihe was gentle with him. When the corners of the mouth were raised, all the disguise fell apart indifferently.

The red wine swaying in the goblet and the bizarre lighting of the venue became confused, and only her could appear in his eyes.

It is good for Yuejie to be deserted on weekdays, but at this time, when other men stare at his own woman with such eyes, his brows are frequently violent, which is somewhat similar to Yueqi.

Li Jing also figured out the taste, found an excuse casually, and walked away with a dry smile.

But he started to mutter in his heart, Yue Jie was afraid that this time it was not because of the trouble. The eyes of the girl from Rongchang just now were unusual.

However, Mo Tingshen is over forty years old, and his son is older than this little girl, so he can't do this kind of thing.

Forget it, don't think about it, the more you think about it, the more magical it becomes.

Li Jing left, and Mo Tingshen's eyes fell on her unabashedly.

Yue Jie stepped forward and stood in front of Ruan Xihe: "Mo Dong, you still need to pay attention in public."

Mo Tingshen came out of that wonderful state of illusion, and suppressed the turbulent soreness in his heart: "Ruan Ruan, you have come to Shenzhen."

They actually knew each other.

Yue Jie felt a little uncomfortable, and the look in Mo Tingshen's eyes just now didn't look like she had never seen him before.

"Well, Dong Mo is a coincidence."

Ruan Xihe's smile was polite and detached. Such a different treatment made Yue Jie feel more comfortable.

"Mo Dong, please do it yourself, I'll take my fiancee over there first."

Yue Jie couldn't bear the look Mo Tingshen looked at Ruan Xihe. He only felt sick. He didn't know that he had a family and his son was older than Ruan Ruan, so he even coveted her.

I took Ruan Xihe to the small balcony on the second floor. There are three floors here, and everyone can freely talk about it. Many orders are negotiated here. There are many small private rooms like this, quiet and undisturbed. All for the convenience of everyone talking about things.

Close the door of the small balcony and close the curtains.

He pushed Ruan Xihe against the wall, entangled him, and kissed her.

If she has a seemingly non-existent response, she clings weakly, panting low, and breathing.

Yuejie kissed her neck: "How did you meet him?"

"He is my ex-boyfriend's father."

At this moment he really hated her for being too honest.