President Hunting Love is too fierce

Feng Ziyan was choked, seeing the little girl's smiling face, he was half sober.

That little Fengzi scream really made his hair stand on end, and he couldn't help smiling wryly:

"Miss Baiqian, I'm just joking, how can a sexy and cute little rose like you be comparable to those bean sprouts."

It's really unlucky, if you say a word to her behind her back, this little magic star will appear, it's really an elusive demon.

"Little Fengzi, if you dare to encourage my man to go out and mess around again, be careful..."

There is a vicious smile on Bai Qian's sweet face. She looks like Snow White, but her personality is like Snow White's stepmother.

Feng Ziyan shivered, and quickly promised: "I promise that I will definitely do my best to protect the purity of your future husband in the future, that's enough, little devil, please let me go."

"You're smart."

Bai Qian snorted, then yawned, and half-closed her eyes tiredly.

Lan Shen, who had been watching the show, showed a hint of love in his eyes, hugged her, and gently rubbed her temples:

"What's the matter, do you have a headache again?"

"Lan Shen, I've been playing for more than ten hours today, it's terrible, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep." Bai Qian muttered like a kitten and nestled in his arms.

"Okay, I'll accompany you back to sleep."

Looking at the sweet person in his arms, Lan Shen's indifferent mask in front of outsiders suddenly shattered. He didn't care about the ambiguous eyes of everyone, and hugged Bai Qian.

Turning around, he smiled apologetically at Mo Fengya, "Mr. Mo, I'm sorry, I have to go first."

Mo Fengya looked at him blocking the little girl in his arms to prevent others from seeing her sleeping face. He had a strong desire for protection, because he didn't want her to be contaminated by the filthy atmosphere here.

His heart moved: "It's rare for Mr. Lan to feel sorry for his fiancée so much, how can I stop you, please do it yourself."

Lan took a deep look at him, and left with Bai Qian in his arms.

Looking at Lan Shen's back, Ye Chuqing felt strong envy for some reason. She envied that little girl just now.

How enviable to be so cherished and doted on, to have such a fiancé who holds her in the palm of his hand.

It would be great if I had such a man treat me too.

"Miss Ye, you don't seem to be very happy. Come, have a glass of juice. I just asked someone to bring it." The Frenchman beside him came over and thoughtfully held a glass of orange juice.

Ye Chuqing was still immersed in the scene just now, and didn't notice the dark eyes of the Frenchman, so she drank half of the glass after taking the juice.