I really like to write out the stories I encounter and the stories I can think of, so that many people can read them.
Wu Yifan said, "Some people don't like it."
I often receive threatening phone calls at night.
He said that he was taking up his woman's time, causing him to be unsatisfied.
Damn, he didn't ask her to work on the manuscript. He couldn't handle his woman, so he just called and threatened people.
If his woman had listened to him, would she still be his woman now? She would have been his woman long ago, right?
He would not have reached this point and even wanted to turn that demonic Qiao An into a crook.
"Ah?" Cheng Ningyou didn't realize what Wu Yifan meant.
Does anyone dislike it? Who?
Qiao An immediately came to mind, and he asked with a sly smile, "Are you afraid that Qiao An will be jealous if I keep in contact with you?"
That piece of gossip really inspired her, and she had never thought about this issue.
During the years when she was in Country M, Wu Yifan stayed at Qiao An's house every time he went to Country M.
He also takes good care of Qiao An.
Wang Jiaqi once said that Wu Yifan could only see two people in his eyes, one was her and the other was Qiao An.
She didn't think anything of it at the time. After all, Qiao An was the backbone of his comic club, so it was normal for the two of them to get closer.
But it's not normal now.
The so-called authorities are obsessed with it, but bystanders know clearly. He couldn't tell how jealous Qiao An's words were when she came in just now, but she heard them.
Ah, there is nothing wrong with falling in love over time. Not only men and women can fall in love, but men can also fall in love after being together for a long time.
‘Ding’ The elevator is here and the door opens.
Cheng Ningyou wanted to ask something else, but Wu Yifan pushed him into the elevator, "Let's go quickly, be careful on the road."
"Bye." Cheng Ningyou showed an ambiguous smile on his face, waved his little hand towards Wu Yifan, and the elevator door closed.
I have to say that Zhang Mofei (also known as Cheng Ningyou) is a very thoughtful and gossipy girl.
She only pressed the door button, not the floor. She was wondering if she could see anything if she went back later.
There is nothing I can do, the gossip cells in my body are screaming.
Wu Yifan returned to the office.
Joan was preparing to leave with his Gucci men's bag and his Armani coat in his hand.
The two collided head on.
Qiao An was hit and took a step back.
Wu Yifan put his arms around his waist.
It was so bad that Qiao An felt like a little deer in her heart.
"Boss, I won't draw anymore, I want to rest." Qiao An looked at Wu Yifan blankly.
The narrow eyes were shining with crystal light, shining in all directions.
Wu Yifan nodded and said "Okay."
The tone was gentle, revealing a deep passion.
Qiao An stared at Wu Yifan's gentle black eyes, her heart beating very slowly.
Wu Yifan half-smiled, his eyes moving on Qiao An's red lips.
The two were about the same height, and they were very close to each other. Qiao An could smell the faint smell of mint in Wu Yifan's breath.
My heart is racing!
He swallowed his saliva, pushed Wu Yifan's chest hard with both hands, and cursed, "What the hell are you doing holding me?"
Damn, I was almost confused by his gentleness and elegance.
But as soon as he pushed him away, he hugged him again. This time, he didn't give him a chance to resist or imagine, and his lips directly covered his soft lips.
Four lips connected, everything was forbidden for a moment, and passion was everywhere.
Qiao An stared at the water, "Oh..."
This man is crazy, crazy, what on earth is he doing?
