Leng Chengze: "..."

His brother's words were even more direct than Lu Wan's, and Leng Chengze's little heart couldn't bear it.

He fell heavily on the bed and covered his head with the quilt.

“Woo…”

The sobbing sound came from under the quilt, attracting the attention of the bodyguard who had been guarding the door.

No, what's wrong with this young master?

Why are you still crying?

Why are you crying when you are so rich? What is there to cry about?

My salary is not low either, so why don’t I go up and offer some comfort?

The tall and strong bodyguard walked in and out of the door with an embarrassed look on his face. The expression on his face was very interesting.

After a few minutes, Leng Chengze's crying finally stopped and the burly bodyguard breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, I want you to help me with some advice, not to tell me to give up."

Leng Chengze had cried enough, so he picked up his phone and continued to send messages to Yuan Huaian.

Yuan Huaian, who thought he would never ask about her again, "......"

Very good. I didn’t see him reply to the message for a long time, and I thought he had listened to my advice. It turns out that this idiot hasn’t given up yet.

"You ask me?"

"I don't know either. Have you forgotten how I pursued my partner?"

Thinking about the repeated setbacks he suffered when pursuing An Qiaoqiao, Yuan Huaian really didn't know how to give him advice.

Isn't this brother making things difficult for him?

"How did you catch up with Miss An?"

Leng Chengze hair.

"Beauty Trap."

Yuan Huaian was more direct and threw out three words.

"What?"

Leng Chengze was a little confused for a moment.

"It's the beauty trap that tempts men. How about you try to imitate me?"

"Of course, Miss Lu also needs to like your figure and face, otherwise you are sexual harassment. This method should be carefully considered."

As soon as Yuan Huaian said this method, he stopped paying attention to him.