Ruan Anlan stared at Gu Tingyuan fiercely, not saying anything, but his anger was conveyed to the fullest from his eyes.
Gu Tingyuan took a deep breath, barely maintaining his noble and cold appearance, and gritted his teeth and said, "Give me a break."
Ruan Anlan said vaguely: "You first!"
Gu Tingyuan closed his eyes restrainedly, barely suppressing the anger that was about to burst out, and then he finally slowly released his big hand holding Ruan Anlan tightly.
At the same time, Ruan Anlan also kept her promise and let go. While taking out a tissue to wipe her mouth, she wrinkled her nose and smiled provocatively: "Hmph!"
Gu Tingyuan stared at Ruan Anlan with a bad expression, snatched the remaining tissue from her hand, and slowly cleaned up the saliva on the back of her hand.
It was full of disgust, "Are you a dog?"
Ruan Anlan answered happily: "What's wrong with me in the year of the dog? Who asked you to provoke me first?"
Gu Tingyuan wiped his hands and threw the tissue into the car trash can. His handsome face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost, which made people shudder.
Ruan Anlan was like a fighting peacock, happy with her eyebrows, and her plump red lips curled up, demonstrating how happy the owner was at the moment.
In the front row, the driver and Gao Ran couldn't help but be amazed.
Unexpectedly, over the years, the only one who can suppress the president is such a little girl.
The old man is so arrogant and cold-hearted, and he always has the same existence in the Gu family.
The president's father, Chief Gu, also, has been immersed in the army for many years. The powerful aura of a high-ranking person on his body has made countless people surrender.
But the president is not afraid of anyone.
As long as it is something he wants to do, no one can speak well, and even ten horses cannot pull back.
But since the president and his wife got married, how many times have they changed their original plan for the sake of his wife?
Gao Ran shook his head, but in his heart he was in awe of Ruan Anlan.
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The quiet space where the needle can be heard is dark and unclear, making it a little gloomy.
In the shabby church, rows of neatly arranged white benches are close together.
A man wearing a black shirt, with a big neck open and a silver cross hanging around his neck lazily stuck on his chair, his slender fingers resting on his thighs, and a silver totem ring on his little finger.
The man's face was hidden in the dim light, and a slight beam of light fell from his head, which could vaguely identify the fine black hair on his forehead and the straight nose bridge.
Just from a vague side profile and the aura emitted from the whole body, it is enough to tell that this is a dangerous but handsome enough man.
The man was written with aura that was not close to others, which made people involuntarily stop a hundred meters away from him.
Several young men in black suits looked at each other, not daring to speak.
Finally, the tall man standing outside stood up, bowed respectfully to the man with a tough bullet, and then said in a deep voice: "Young Master, we have followed your instructions and everything is done."
The man didn't speak, as if he had no breath, and he was motionless.
The tall man pursed his lips, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "On the way we were on the mission, we were attacked by another group of forces. Coincidentally, you know this person too."