Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Under the dazzling light, the man's handsome profile looks particularly good-looking, like God's most proud carving. The corners of his mouth always had a seemingly non-existent arc, as if mocking, but also as if it was just such an unconscious move.

   As for?

   He shook the vodka in his hand, sneered, raised his head, and finished the glass of wine.

  Yin Jue saw that he was pouring wine again, and wanted to stop him in a hurry. But Quan Ronglian didn't mean to stop at all, one cup after another, and in a blink of an eye, half of the bottle of vodka had bottomed out.

   The spirits were like a throat, burning from the stomach to the heart.

  Especially the stomach, twitching piercingly.

   His handsome face turned white, and he leaned lazily on the sofa, frowning slightly. Suddenly, his blurred peach blossom eyes froze and landed on the girl in the farthest corner.

"come here."

  The people around turned back to look at the past——

   Rococo was hiding in the corner and was about to eat something, but she became the center of attention at first glance, and she was stunned. Immediately noticed that the man in the center of the crowd, with those indifferent peach eyes, was not the one who was looking at her? !

  Plop!

   Her heart was beating wildly, and the cake in her hand suddenly fell.

   "Come here." The man on the sofa beckoned again, as if calling for a pet.

   Yin Jue, who was sitting next to him, was originally surprised that the person who had to eat small sour dates suddenly changed his mind, but when he saw Rococo, his expression instantly became ugly.

   Isn't this woman the one on the balcony of the villa in City C last time?

   is the one with eyes like Han Xiaoye!

  When did the king box like to put sour dates in big fish and meat?

   Actually, Rococo came today as a complete accident, she came instead of someone else. The beautiful woman who was supposed to be here was sick. That person had helped her, and she had to take her place today. She had heard about the KING box before, and she had heard that the KING box was playing crazy. She was terrified at first, but she didn't have anything to do all night.

   After working all day, she was already hungry and flattened. Seeing that no one noticed her, she quietly wanted to eat something to cushion her. Never expected... the accident came so quickly.

It's him!

   is that person!

  C City saw a glimpse, she was humiliated. She thought she would never see that person in her life, but in a blink of an eye, she met again.

  Rococo couldn't tell whether it was more panic or more joy.

  Under everyone's attention, she slowly moved to the sofa, "Quan... Young Master Quan." As soon as she said those words, she blushed for her stammering.

   The **** man raised the corners of his mouth, and suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.

   "Ah!" Rococo was caught off guard and exclaimed, and then threw himself into a rosemary-filled embrace. She suddenly froze and didn't dare to move.

   Quan Ronglian stretched out her hand and covered her face below her eyes, staring earnestly with her blurred peach blossom eyes.

   It seemed like a century had passed.

   He hooked the corner of his mouth and said, "What's your name?"

   "Lo... Rococo."

   "Your name is not very good."

   Actually, Rococo is much better than Han Xiaoye, one is a sweet and lovely girl, and the other is a little wild cat with fangs and claws.

   He said that it was not good, and the face of the person who was blushing instantly turned pale. She remembered again that when he was on the balcony of the villa in City C, he said that she had a pair of beautiful eyes, and then ruthlessly let her go in front of everyone in the next second.

   Quan Ronglian seemed to see through the anxiety in her heart, let go of her hand, and brushed her fingertips across her eyelashes. Touched, and quickly retracted.

   "Pour wine for the lord."

   "Okay." Rococo quickly got up from him and hurriedly grabbed a new bottle of wine. Because she was too nervous, her hands couldn't help shaking, and when she fell, a lot of it spilled out. There was a mess on the table, and her hands trembled even more. Handing over the goblet, "Quan... Master Quan, your wine."

  The bottom of the wine glass still has spilled wine dripping down.

   This is really bad.

   Everyone was waiting for Quan Ronglian's reaction, and the air seemed to freeze.

  Rococo even wanted to die. The spilled wine seemed to hit her heart, and every time it hit her, a nest could be created.

   The more frightened, the more her hands trembled.

   The more wine spilled out of the goblet.

   ticking, sticking to her hand.

   The arrogant man frowned in displeasure. When he said that someone thought he was going to get angry, he suddenly reached out and took the goblet. Head up and do everything.

   "Phew..." Rococo breathed a sigh of relief.

   The man who put down the wine glass gave her another look, and stretched out his hand to block the already drunk peach blossom eyes, as if blocking part of her face from what she was looking at.

   looked at it for a while, then sneered again, "Rococo, right?"

   "...Yes." He could remember her name. Rococo was taken aback.

   Quan Ronglian squinted her peach blossom eyes, raised her **** rose lips, and suddenly said, "How about being my woman?"

   "Ronglian!"

   Not to mention Rococo and the people present, even Yin Jue was stunned!

Quan Ronglian didn't seem to see them shocked, and hooked her finger, "I will give you 50,000 yuan every month, you only need to show up when you want to see you. Don't look for it when it's not necessary. Lord. Do you understand what I mean?"

   This is the bag-raised.

   Rococo's stunned expression instantly turned into embarrassment.

   Before she could speak, Yin Jue suddenly stood up, a little angry, "Rong Lian, what about it?!"

   This is the second time he asked the same thing!

Isn't    just a Han Xiaoye? As for?

   "This is a credit card, you need to buy clothes and brush them yourself." The man leaning on the sofa glanced at his peach blossom eyes and said lightly.

  Rococo's face was pale and there was a moment of struggle. But just for a moment, she gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand to take the card.

   She needs money.

   requires a lot of money.

   If the money was his, it might not be as difficult as he imagined to accept it.

   Seeing that she took the card, the man glanced at her casually, and suddenly said without thinking, "Rococo, you have a good pair of eyes."

"Forehead……"

  Her eyes?

   Rococo is unknown.

   Her eyes are not bad, but not so beautiful that such a character will notice it? It seems that the last time, he also said the same thing.

  Her eyes are really that...pretty?

  Yin Jue was about to go crazy, and the image of a kind and noble son that he had always maintained was almost out of control because of his anger, and he slammed the wine glass on the table.

   "Get out! Get me out!"

   "Young Master?" He Ma was just about to smooth things out.

   Yin Jue had a dark face and roared, "Get out!"