Qin Ailan's face hidden under sunglasses and masks was full of a smile rippling in spring.

With her sore legs, she slowly twisted her hips and walked out of the villa.

It's been a long, long time since she's felt so drenched.

Xia Zhiguo is always half-dead in bed*, how can he have the young and robust vitality of Wei Xiaofeng.

After this time, Qin Ailan felt that he loved Wei Xiaofeng even more.

In order to hide people's eyes, she could only leave with Wei Xiaofeng one after another.

As soon as I stepped out of the door, my mobile phone kept receiving text messages about bank card charges.

The breeze gently blew her rosy face, but it couldn't blow away her tight frown.

This Feng Xinru, how can he be more powerful than himself?

She consumes her husband in bed, while she consumes so many brand-name bags, shoes, cosmetics, and hundreds of thousands of erotic underwear in the mall......

Although she took the initiative to give Wei Xiaofeng the money, she was still very uncomfortable when she saw Feng Xinru swiping the card.

Feng Xinru, this damn woman!

What are you doing with her money to buy so much underwear?

Do you want to wipe out her little Fengfeng at once?

Under the sunglasses, Qin Ailan's eyes almost wanted to breathe fire.

If she can become the chairman of the Xia Group now and empty Xia Zhiguo's money and power, then she will have enough financial resources to take Wei Xiaofeng as her own.

At that time, she will directly throw the money on Feng Xinru's face, and if 100 million is not enough, she will throw 200 million, and she will directly agree to divorce Wei Xiaofeng.

Such a wonderful man, she really didn't want to share it with Feng Xinru.

Although she couldn't do it for the time being, Qin Ailan was still in a good mood and hummed a little song and returned to Xia's house.

***

After taking a few bites of dinner, she locked herself in her room.

In the princess costume decorated in European style, she lay on the three-meter-eight big bed and wrapped herself in the quilt.

In her mind, she kept recalling the scene at noon that made her feel like the whole universe was going to explode.

There was a faint uneasiness in her heart, did she go too far?

After school at noon, she originally wanted to take the lunch box carefully prepared in the morning to Ji Tingchuan in the second (first) class of high school.

Along the way, I was worried about how to let Ji Tingchuan eat this boxed lunch that she had carefully prepared for a morning, and I don't know if he would like her craftsmanship?

Who knew that as soon as he arrived in the corridor, he saw Li Xiaomeng standing in front of Ji Tingchuan's seat through the glass of the window.

Then, he took out a box of beautifully packaged Ferrero chocolates from behind him, and the beautifully packaged box glowed with dazzling light under the refraction of the sunlight.

"Young Master Ji, I don't know if you can accept my heart." Li Xiaomeng looked at Ji Tingchuan with shyness and lowered his eyes, and an impeccable smile appeared on his delicate face.

And the students around who hadn't left yet began to make jokes.

"Wow, Ferrero's advertising slogan is for the person you love the most!"

"Stinky boy, Yanfu is not shallow!"

Because he gets up two hours before school every day to put on makeup, Li Xiaomeng's appearance is second only to Xia Qingqing in the eyes of these straight men.

Usually she always imitates Xia Qingqing in class, pretending to be reasonable and gentle like water.

The tone of speech is always delicate and soft, which can easily arouse the boys' desire to protect.

It's just that boys at this age also like to eat this set, so Li Xiaomeng's popularity in the class is also quite high.