Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Ruan Xihe didn't expect that Yan Fufeng would come to pick her up in person.

"Uncle, hug!"

Yan Fufeng hugged her and got on the plane.

"Do you want me."

"Miss you."

Luxury in a private jet.

"You came so early. I came back late last night and didn't have enough sleep." She leaned in Yan Fufeng's arms.

"Sleep." He lowered the window shade.

Pat her back lightly.

Ruan Xihe really fell asleep, and Yan Fufeng hugged her with a very gentle expression.

During this period of time, the work at work was the same as a child's play. If it weren't for her strong business ability and Moro was acquired by Yan Fufeng in private, she might have to leave behind.

Rolling on the bed, my hair is messed up.

Yan Fufeng took small snacks into the room and sat on the side of the bed to smooth the little girl.

"Uncle, I will deduct my salary this month." She pitifully hugged Yan Fufeng's neck.

"No buckle." He touched Ruan Xihe's head, and then pulled her temples behind his ears.

"It doesn't count what you said."

She probably didn't know that Yan Fufeng had acquired Moro, she wanted to act like a silly and sweet feeling.

"I have the final say."

"A liar, you don't count, alas, my boyfriend is not omnipotent anymore." Ruan Xi and the actor began to perform.

Yan Fufeng knew that the little fairy was acting, but he couldn't see the little girl's expression and felt distressed. He hugged her: "I have the final say, Moro, I bought it, and your salary will not be deducted."

"Huh? Huh! Really, really!" Ruan Xihe forced out two tears.

Yan Fufeng smiled and kissed her eyebrows: "Really."

"Wow, my uncle is really omnipotent and has superpowers." She got up, held Yan Fufeng's face, and gave him a big mua~

The corner of Yan Fufeng's mouth rose slightly.

"Mr. Yan, can you give the poor worker a small bonus? They can't eat anymore. Every day, the steamed buns are served with spicy strips, so they lose weight~" She joked with Yan Fufeng.

He shook his hand.

The little girl was dumbfounded.

"Not small, not thin, still can't hold it."

"Yan Fufeng, you are a gangster!" She pouted.

Yan Fufeng laughed in a low voice.

"Give you a bonus."

He picked up Ruan Xihe with one hand and went to open the safe. The moment he opened the box, he was really blind, a box of gold bars, golden.

Ruan Xihe suddenly understood why those people in ancient times would have been killed for a treasure map. It was indeed the wealth that moved people's hearts.

Yan Fufeng grabbed a handful and handed it to Ruan Xihe.

She held it with both hands, let alone, it was heavy.

I just said casually, there are such good things, this is a real bonus.

"Uncle?"

"Bonus." Yan Fufeng smiled.

Yan Liuye is a real trench.

"Liu'er, the way you look makes me feel like a demon concubine, and you are the monarch." Ruan Xihe poked Yan Fufeng's apple.

Yan Fufeng's Adam's apple agitated: "Then Junjun wants to try the Furong tent to warm up the Spring Festival evening."

She was amused and laughed, hooking his neck.

The look in his eyes also changed. Just now, the purely ignorant Sentimental was cleaned up, with a mist of water in his eyes, and he deliberately lowered his voice: "Your Majesty, please enjoy your concubine."

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