096 No Deed Is Too Fortuitous
around them. Chen Xueru nervously avoided his gaze; Tang Shuwen held her chin and wouldn't let her look away. His lips fell on hers.She was as stiff as a rock, reacting with nothing but fear. The mem...097 Price and Men
"Young Master Ye Second, Madam Ye, hello."
"Hello, Young Master Fang."
The few people exchanged greetings, and Warm secretly wished she could reduce her presence as much as possible.
She curiously glanced at Cheng Anya once. This gentle-looking beautiful woman was the mother of Ye Feimo She seemed a little off from the image of a shrewish tiger-mother in her mind.
Cheng Anya gave her a gentle smile, warm and sweet, but secretly wondered if even the "Demon Mother" could smile so tenderly
Ye Feimo glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Seeing her smiling brightly, he couldn't help but scoff inwardly. Foolish woman, judging people by their looks—when her mother had someone begging for death or life and was torturing them to no end, she was probably wetting herself somewhere, not knowing what was happening. Such an innocent nature truly made him want to bully her badly.
"Young Master Fang, bringing your girlfriend out for a meal" Cheng Anya asked.
Fang Liucheng smiled and said, "Yes."
Ye Feimo's expression darkened. His cold eyes swept towards the warmth of the place, causing her to shiver all over; Ye Feimo’s gaze was really too sharp. She hurriedly said, "I'm not your girlfriend."
Hmm, this voice sounds familiar. Cheng Anya raised her eyebrows. Fang Lucheng glared at Warming, and Cheng Anya thought they were just a young couple throwing tantrums and didn't say anything.
"Really poor taste," Ye Feimo said sardonically; it wasn’t clear if he was talking to anyone in particular. Cheng Anya was surprised—her son never bothered with matters that didn’t concern him, so for him to speak up at all was a miracle.
Warming knew he was referring to her and held back her breath. Fang Lucheng said, "Second Young Master Ye doesn't seem to have great taste either."
"I agree with that," Cheng Anya said with a light laugh.
"You’re such a good judge of character—look what you’ve picked."
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Hmm, this voice sounds familiar. Cheng Anya raised her eyebrows. Fang Lucheng glared at Warming, and Cheng Anya thought they were just a young couple throwing tantrums and didn't say anything.
"Really poor taste," Ye Feimo said sardonically; it wasn’t clear if he was talking to anyone in particular. Cheng Anya was surprised—her son never bothered with matters that didn’t concern him, so for him to speak up at all was a miracle.
Warming knew he was referring to her and held back her breath. Fang Lucheng said, "Second Young Master Ye doesn't seem to have great taste either."
"I agree with that," Cheng Anya said with a light laugh.
You’re such a good judge of character—look what you’ve picked.
In the tiny elevator, sparks flew, and Cheng Anya also sensed that something was amiss.
Do they have a grudge
Tolerance has reached its limit; there's no need to endure anymore. Warm gave a faint smile, expressing her thoughts, "These days, prices are getting higher and men are becoming more worthless."
Cheng Anya couldn't help but laugh.
A classic line... Keep it in mind, la la la, I'll be able to update several thousand words a day very soon.rs even more terrifying.Mo Yao looked grim. Clearly, they knew Xiaobai's true identity and had forced him to leave Washington and abandon his career in show business. What upset Mo Yao was that Xiaoba...