Anning International Building, ground floor lounge.

sat warm and restless, sat for a whole afternoon, his face turned pale with nervousness, and at the same time he was so angry that he wanted to kill, Ye Feimo actually exposed her in front of the people of the city in such a way, what did he want to do?

He didn't get her consent, which violated her rights, and it was too much.

That line, remember 5203? Come to me! That was clearly what Ye Feimo meant by asking her to take the initiative to come to him, otherwise she didn't dare to think about what the consequences would be.

It's too much.

It caused a sensation in the whole city to come to her.

When she thought of the sensation caused by the advertisement, she was ashamed, and even passers-by could see what the photographer was hinting at.

It was raining heavily, just as she was feeling at this time.

When it was time to get off work, the whole building was almost gone, and Nuan thought to himself, maybe he had an exclusive elevator and walked away from the parking lot. It's not that she doesn't want to go up to him, but the reception lady downstairs said that she had to make an appointment to see the president, and she looked at her with disdain, and she was too lazy to be bored.

At the beginning of the night, the rain was pouring down, she was worried about her mother and Xiaojing, she didn't want to rush into the rain, she ran too fast, she didn't pay attention to the car rushing by the side, and she was so warm and frightened that she didn't react at all.

The man looked at the woman's face swept by the light, and a different color flashed in his usually cold eyes.

The hand holding the steering wheel, the green tendons floated, and the perfect corners of the lips raised a touch of mockery. The warmth is too frightened, and there is no pain, but there is a slight anger in his heart, this is clearly a green light, he doesn't know how to look at the traffic light when driving?

Warmth is a smart woman, seeing that it is the latest Lamborghini, she does not dare to say anything about traffic rules with the owner, these days, the rich are called rules.

She turned around and left, for fear that she would be blackmailed if she left late.

The Lamborghini, which had a low-key luxury and full domineering atmosphere, stopped beside her, and the man rolled down the window, and the cold voice was chilling in the rain.

"Get in the car!"

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