I thought I'd met some business genius, but...

He's also a spendthrift rich kid.

They really don't treat money like it's worth anything.

"Can we still cooperate?" Yang Nana asked tentatively.

Qin Bai pondered for a moment.

"It's not impossible, we'll wait for you..."

The little zombie suddenly jumped to his side: "No need to wait, let's go change clothes now. I've been eyeing your abs for so long, slurp!"

"You still say you're not lusting after my body?" Qin Bai quickly kept a safe distance from her.

"I've already explained it to you. I'm not lusting after your body; I just want to borrow you for a bit."

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course there is a difference."

The white-haired little zombie continued to capture the disobedient little white zombie.

"Let me tell you, stay away from me. I don't want to work with a mentally ill person anymore."

"Look at you, weren't you just talking about cooperation?"

"I regret it."

Qin Bai dodged her attacks and began circling the table.

At that moment, a woman in a purple trench coat sat in a car by the roadside, her black hair tied up with an antique hairpin.

The car window rolled down, and a gust of cold wind dispelled the gentleness in her eyes.

She looked at the couple inside, who were having a great time, with a gloomy expression.

Okay, okay.

Instead of going home in the middle of the night, he's playing games with a white-haired little zombie.

You deserve to die.

The car door opened, and the high heels made a pleasant clicking sound.

From far to near.

The shop door was pushed open.

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