Ling Fei pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice, "What are you doing, am I helping you speak?" I don't know what to do! ”

Chixiao pretended to glare at her angrily, his expression was not good-looking, but his eyes were full of smiles.

Ling Fei's surprise made the group of big men outside the door not know what to say.

If you say that you can find someone else to help, in fact, this matter can be solved, but before that time, Cheng Mu made a phone call to Young Master Ling, and it was not Cheng Mu who opened his mouth, but Young Master Ling himself noticed the clues, so he cleverly cut off the nonsense and asked someone to reason.

Chixiao didn't defend 'himself', but stood up like a man very responsibly.

"This matter is indeed my problem, you can beat or scold, don't find trouble with a woman."

It's like a different person.

He probably won't be able to fight back or scold back like this, since there is no back-and-forth competition, beating and scolding is really meaningless.

Someone in the crowd suddenly made such a noise.

"Actually, if you think about it from another angle, Miss Ling should be quite capable of being an assistant to such a strange person."

From another point of view, Yan Yan is an ordinary small worker, and Ling Fei's level is already half a gold collar, although it is not a real job, but it is ugly to say, just like the most favored eunuch around the ancient emperor, who would dare to provoke it.

(ex) {}&/"You ask them about the time and place of their dinner, and I asked Ling Fei to push back the day's arrangement. ”

Cheng Mu looked at him sideways.

"Mr. Ling, do you seem to have any misunderstanding about our little people's 'party'?"

"Aren't we going to tell you in advance when we have time, we can come out for a night of beer and we'll just ask, 'Is there dinner tonight?'"

Chixiao grinded his teeth, rolled over and hugged his waist.

"I don't want to go right now."

They usually have a healthy life, going to bed early and waking up early, and now it is the daily routine of bedtime activities, which are about to be invaded by low-quality beer and carcinogenic barbecue.

Cheng Mu's palm touched his back all the way up and kneaded the back of his neck.

"Then you're not going?"

The voice is low and inviting.

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