"If you want to ruin the happiness of the rest of your life, just do it."

Rong Che held her two wrists with his big palm, "Whoever I want Rong Che wants, no one can escape." ”

As he spoke, he slowly leaned over and pressed down, quite a bit of persecution and warning, "Even if I really die, you are the one who has been wronged...... My future Mrs. Yung. ”

Yan Chuxia raised his eyes to look at him, his charming eyes were shining with a little light, and he didn't seem to be deterred by his momentum.

She smiled like a flower, "What a coincidence, no one can stop me from trying to do anything in the early summer." ”

Unless, she willingly doesn't want to chop it......

Otherwise, chopping this dog man is what she is bound to achieve recently, and she will never give up!

"Man, I warn you better not to get angry."

Yan Chuxia smiled skillfully.

If she could, she really wanted to strangle him to death now......

"I don't care who you want to marry on a whim, but if you want to play this kind of domineering president game with me......"

The upturned red lips were filled with a charming smile, "It's just right, I'm not stupid and sweet, who loses and who wins is not necessarily~"

In her previous life, she was raised in a golden wire cage, and she didn't understand that these rich sons liked to play with women's feelings, and naively thought that those love words and promises were sincere......

But now, she wasn't so easily deceived.

"We'll see." Rong Che's ink eyes were slightly deep.

He let go of Yan Chuxia's hands, and then neatly got up from her legs, opened the wardrobe and took out a new shirt.

"You're interested." Yan Chuxia's pink lips skimmed lightly.

She moved her wrist twice, then sat up lazily from the bed and pinched her sore neck.

Glancing down, she found herself fully dressed......

Yan Chuxia raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly felt that he had discovered some great secret.

She got up leisurely and looked at the man with some playfulness, "Master Rong, didn't you touch me last night?" ”

Rong Che's eyelids drooped slightly, and his white and slender fingers played with the buttons, slightly bent and distinct.

His resolute jaw is slightly constricted, and he really looks like an ascetic boy in clothes, but in fact he is a Sven scum.

"Can't I put your clothes back on when it's over?"