The little lover of the domineering president
Yan Ru lives in a villa in Liang Jinchuan, with large floor-to-ceiling windows that can see the scenery outside, and a large courtyard with many flowers, and gardeners will often come to take care of the roses and tulips here, but Yan Ru's eyes are never those delicate flowers.
She held the red wine in her right hand, opened her delicate lips, poured the red liquid into her mouth, and looked through the window at the silk flowers that were entwined with the trees. A woman who makes men feel pity will often become the white moonlight in his heart, and he is willing to protect you for a while, and he will want to protect you for a lifetime.
"Host, why don't you let the male protagonist help you deal with the people of the Yan family?" The sound of the system sounded.
"Don't worry." Yan Ru shook the wine glass in his hand, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly, "It's easy to get Liang Jinchuan's pity, but it's not an overnight effort to get his true love, let him make a move at this time, he may not be satisfied." ”
"But ......"
"Wouldn't it be better to let him slowly understand my situation and take the initiative to help me?"
The system can't refute it.
"Tell me Liang Jinchuan's whereabouts."
"Host, you're trying to ......"
Yan Ru closed his eyes and thought about it, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, tomorrow Liang Jinchuan will encounter a long-planned shooting." ”
"Hey, host, you're not trying to block the gun for him, are you?" The system's voice became quick, "This is not going to work!" If this body is condemned to death, there is no way to resurrect it, and the mission will also be judged to be a failure! Not only will that fall short, but you will also face punishment! ”
Yan Ru touched his chest and looked at the big clouds outside the window: "I have a sense of proportion." ”
"Okay, okay, what can I do if I encounter a disobedient host." The system had no choice but to tell her Liang Jinchuan's whereabouts.
"How dare you say it?" Yan Ru glared at it, "I don't even have a golden finger, I can still count on the heavens." ”
The "......" system finally shut its mouth.
Finally quieted down, Yan Ru pushed open the door, a breeze blew, and there was a smell of moist earth in the air, and she slowly spread her closed fingers, trying to make them fully feel the temperature of the wind.
But she could not forget that the moment she pressed her chest just now, the feeling of her heartbeat beating violently from nervousness, worry and attachment could not calm her even the purest thing in the world.