Forced into marriage, Ning Yichu always felt that Li Lingyang hated her as his wife. Until that night, when he drank too much, his eyes red, and he cornered her, saying, "Ning Yichu? I f*cking ...
The two of them were only a few inches apart, but an ambiguous atmosphere was already approaching.
Their eyes met, and Fan Yuke swallowed his saliva, not as arrogant as before.
"Isn't this a bit late?"
Ning Yichu's voice came from behind.
Fan Yuke finally woke up from her dream and quickly took a step back, a smile on her baby face, "Yes, if you have anything to say, please tell me now. It would be inconvenient for me as a female star if it's too late."
"Is Miss Fan such a big star?" Mu Bailang said with a forced smile.
His slender and powerful hands clamped Fan Yuke's wrist, and the familiar temperature made Fan Yuke's heart beat faster.
"Let me go." Fan Yuke whispered, glaring at him with gritted teeth.
He knew Chuchu was right behind him, but he still deliberately threatened her in this way!
Mu Bailang, however, preferred to see her like a rabbit that would bite when it got angry. With a slight curl of his lips and a bit of wantonness, he whispered to her in the same tone, "I won't do it. What can you do about it?"
"Mu Bailang!!"
Fan Yuke was really furious. How could he be so stingy?!
Isn’t it just a matter of spending 50 million a month!
...and at most, I've been avoiding him recently.
While the two were arguing with each other, Ning Yichu had already walked over, raised his eyebrows, and landed on Fan Yuke's hand that Mu Bailang had caught.
The posture is intimate and a little ambiguous.
It doesn't taste right no matter how I look at it.
Ning Yichu raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes passing over Mu Bailang's face, "Mr. Mu doesn't seem to be here for work, but rather to rob someone."