The location for the class reunion was chosen on the Mediterranean Sea.
On an extra-large yacht, the laughter of crazy and sprinting girls.
Different from other girls' small dresses, An Ying wears a casual women's dress, which is otherworldly and like a fairy in the sky.
She held Tian Junhao's hand. The two of them were dressed in the same casual clothes and wore a couple's outfit. They captured everyone's attention in an instant.
Tian Junhao, who is not wearing a suit, is wearing casual clothes. He is as beautiful and straightforward as a boy in his early twenties, looking a little younger than Xiaoyan.[
"What the hell! Are these two people here intentionally to envy others to death?" Xiaoyan looked at Tian Junhao infatuatedly.
He shook his hair unhappily, thinking that he would become the center of attention.
Actually, the first moment the boss came, he was pushed to the ground.
The girl who was holding the prince of a certain king's arm, whom An Ying always disliked, stamped her feet with hatred.
A pair of eyes looked straight at the beautiful Tian Junhao, but there was no trace of the arrogance of the past.
The only one who can be arrogant is the precious woman in Tian Junhao's arms, who is as pure and proud as a queen.
And the king beside her gave her all his love without hesitation.
On the luxurious yacht, An Ying was held in Tian Junhao's arms. He stood aside and blew the sea breeze. In his hands, he held the juice and cakes that An Ying liked to eat, and he was busy serving them.
"Baby, wipe your mouth." With a smile on his lips, Tian Junhao picked up a tissue and gently wiped the remaining juice from the corners of her mouth.
Xiaoyan couldn't bear it and came over and patted the boss on the back:
"Boss, please try your best. Don't act like a wet nurse. It will bring shame on Meishi."
For a grown man to be busy serving the little woman next to him, it is too embarrassing for men.
Looking at the other men, which one is not a big man is being served by a woman next to him.
Tian Junhao narrowed his eyes, his tone was a little cold, and he shot him with a sharp sword look.
Continuing to wipe An Ying's mouth, she said with a smile: "My woman was born to be pampered by me. Why, do you have any objections?"
An Ying also glanced sideways at Xiaoyan, imitating Tian Junhao's tone, and said something back to Xiaoyan.
"That's right, I was born to be pampered by my precious man. What, do you have any objections?"