"Don't forget, they are just passers-by and don't come to the door on their own initiative. I won't touch them. You are different. You bought it with money. I can play with you at any time! Instead of treating it as disgusting, it's better to
Take it as enjoyment, then your life will not be so painful.”
Ling Xiaoqian didn't say anything. She knew very well that it was impossible. It was not true love, it was impossible to treat it as enjoyment. But she knew that she had no happiness anymore. It was her own hands and she also ruined it by this man.
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There has been no news about Lan Yichen for a few days. Ling Xiaoqian thought to himself and wanted to call him, but in the end he ended up with it.
In the past, he was the young master and she was his maid, but now, she had nothing to do with him. He was the noble young master of the Lan family, and she was just a humble, unintentional maid who was not qualified at all.
Go and care about him!
Today is Zhou Wei, Ji Chuyang doesn't have to go to work, so he naturally won't get up so early
Almost every day, different women will be delivered to the door automatically. He will play whenever he likes, and if he doesn't like, they will leave. He doesn't need these women every night, so he hasn't touched her these days, but I really hope there will be women every day.
Come to the door
That way
She doesn't have to lie under that man and let him play with it and rampage
Developed the habit. Ling Xiaowu woke up as soon as the time came, but she was just doing nothing. She followed this man every day and did nothing. She still liked the days before, and aimed at taking care of Lan Yichen every day.
The mobile phone on the desktop was flashing silently. Ling Xiaoqian walked over and picked it up and looked at it. The word "Young Master" was displayed on the screen. She wanted to answer it, but when she saw Ji Chuyang on the bed, she hesitated.
The phone kept flashing. She was worried that something would happen. She picked up the phone and walked out of the room in a low voice, closed the door gently, and answered the phone
"Young Master?"
A soft and weak voice came from over there
"I feel so uncomfortable..."
"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Ling Xiaoqian asked anxiously. His tone was very wrong, weak and uncomfortable, and she felt panicked in her heart when she heard it.