"Hello~"

Ling Xiaoyuan couldn't help but say "hello" very abruptly

Ling Xiaoyuan wanted to hang himself in his heart, what kind of thing I said, what a fart, Ling Xiaoyuan only felt that it was going to be bad.

Ling Xiaoyuan quickly put his hands behind his back, changed his words, and said again.

"Xuanxuan, I'm back."

Jiang Fuxuan's slender white fingers put the white porcelain cup holding the coffee in his hand on the coffee table.

Then he glanced at Ling Xiaoyuan by the way, and that look was like looking at the air, and he didn't take Ling Xiaoyuan seriously at all.

In the face of Ling Xiaoyuan's turbulent and flood-like enthusiasm, Jiang Fuxuan's indifference was like a dam and a big wall.

forcibly stopped this enthusiasm, and by the way, it froze

"I'll go, this man, what does this look mean? Look down on me? ”

Ling Xiaoyuan was already angry in his heart, the volcano that was burning with raging fire was about to explode.

Ling Xiaoyuan closed his eyes, endured a little, and the stiff high heels were tightly pressed against the ankles, where they were red and swollen and blistered.

The pain is in front of him, and Ling Xiaoyuan can't pretend to be a good image, after all, life is important.

Ling Xiaoyuan didn't care about his image or his high-end shoes, and staged a "live shoe throwing".

The two shoes, in different directions, threw away, how far they were thrown, it was simply a world of heaven and south.

Ling Xiaoyuan was barefoot, lame, and walked to the sofa step by step, and Ling Xiaoyuan sat on the sofa with his whole body.

Ling Xiaoyuan straightened his legs, and the red and swollen blisters on his ankles were like miniature water-filled balloons.

Ling Xiaoyuan had suffered such a crime, Ling Xiaoyuan was not full of ambition, and he was simply dumbfounded.

For a while, Ling Xiaoyuan was at a loss, and he actually grinned and cried without ambition.

"Woo woo, it hurts me to death, woo woo, my leg is going to be useless."

Ling Xiaoyuan was like a five- or six-year-old child at this time, Ling Xiaoyuan sobbed and cried very ugly.

Jiang Fuxuan's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, listening to Ling Xiaoyuan's irritable cry, and unconsciously a layer of black veil was attached to his eyes.

Although Jiang Fuxuan tried very hard to calm down, he ignored Ling Xiaoyuan's existence.

However, Ling Xiaoyuan's crying is too demonic, and it is even more irritating than the alarm clock in the morning.

"Woo woo, my feet, my feet, in the future, I will only be able to sit in a haute couture wheelchair."

Jiang Fuxuan put down the financial magazine in his hand, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at Ling Xiaoyuan.

This, an ugly woman with no image

Ling Xiaoyuan's wet red eyes were touching and sobbing, just opposite Jiang Fuxuan's gaze.

Do you think it's the feeling of heartbeat? I'm sorry, it's disgusting.

"Troublesome essence, how delicate is it, take two steps, and your legs will be wasted."

Although, Jiang Fuxuan's whole body was full of visible "dislike" for Ling Xiaoyuan

However, Jiang Fuxuan still stood up against his will, and the ink color was long and straight, with long legs against the sky, and walked towards Ling Xiaoyuan.

While Ling Xiaoyuan wiped his tears, he also glanced at Jiang Fuxuan a few times.

Looking at Jiang Fuxuan, who was constantly approaching, Ling Xiaoyuan didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

I couldn't cry or laugh, like a nervous person.

Ling Xiaoyuan raised his butt and moved it to the side a little, making way for Jiang Fu Xuan.

Jiang Fuxuan and Ling Xiaoyuan sat side by side, their eyes as calm and plain as water, and glanced at Ling Xiaoyuan's red and swollen ankles, all of which were blistered.

"Steward Liu"

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his voice was very different from usual, not as cold and cold as usual, and his aura was weakened a lot.

His dark eyes, surging with ink, have absolute calmness and silence, and nothing can disturb his square inch.

"Okay, sir" Steward Liu on the side watched the interaction between the two happily.