Hundreds of millions of wives buy one get one free [finale]

Ye Chen's devilish eyes froze for a moment, and his monstrous face suddenly darkened!

A storm was brewing in the black eyes. (www>

How dare this damned woman despise him?

Why can she always stab someone with a smile, and it hits the target with one hit.

Well, he admits. [

His kissing skills are bad, as the saying goes, practice makes perfect, he has no one to practice, so his skills are naturally not good.

A man being questioned about his bad kissing skills is just as taboo as questioning his ability somewhere.

Injury to self-esteem ah!

Third Young Master Ye stared at her fiercely, as if tore off the dress on her body, and pressed her in the car to test his oo and xx ability.

Cheng Anya felt that the crisis was imminent, she cleared her throat, "Boss Ye, I'm home!"

Third Young Master Ye squinted at him, unmoved, and stood indifferently.

Cheng Anya was stiff all over.

You can't even hear such an obvious chasing away, Third Young Master Ye, when did you become mentally handicapped?

What does it mean to stand still?

Ye Chen looked up at the lights upstairs, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "Miss Cheng, would you like a glass of water?"

Cheng Anya was petrified, staring stiffly at the little figure shaking upstairs...

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Soon she calmed down, slowly took out four coins from her bag, and put them into Ye Chen's hand leisurely with a dizzyingly beautiful smile.

"Mr. Ye, walk 20 meters to the left, turn right, there is a small shop, please go ahead, I will treat you, good night, goodbye!" Cheng Anya's posture was very high, as if it was right to invite Ye Chen a bottle of water His great gift.

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't have the courage to face Ye Sanshao's livid face, she was very knowledgeable about current affairs, and quickly flashed into the community.

Cheng Anya entered the elevator, panting like a cow, her face was as red as fire.

He just made an invitation?

Still interested in her son?

Cheng Anya has mixed tastes, no matter which one it is, it is not a good thing for her. [

"7..." Biting her monthly salary fiercely, Cheng Anya was struggling, should she resign?

If this continues, she will have a heart attack.

"Money should be more important, right?" Cheng Anya stroked her chest, and suddenly realized that the rose tear was still on her body.

She frowned, forget it, tomorrow will never be too late.

This thing gave her a very ominous feeling.

Like a cursed gem.