Wild Game: The Devil Releases My Mommy

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"Well, what did you say?" Ye Yanmo asked casually. (www>

Chu Zijin glanced at him, blushed slightly, paused, and said, "Then——do you want to have such a blessing, Brother Ye?"

This sentence has clearly expressed itself.

Ye Yanmo clasped his hands and propped them on the table, his eyes were a little unclear. [

She smiled: "All men want to have such a blessing. If you don't believe me, go home and ask your brother."

"I don't care about others, as long as Brother Ye likes it." Chu Zijin took the opportunity to get close to his body, hooking his arm to act coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, Zijin, didn't you say you want to make coffee for me? You don't want Brother Ye to taste your craft?" Ye Yanmo pulled out his arm and went to get a document: "Good boy, hurry up go."

"Well, okay, I'll go right away." Chu Zijin walked away like a happy bird.

Yin Yanyan didn't look up, but the pen tip paused on the paper...

Get used to it early, Yin Yanyan, get up wherever you fall.

Everything in the past is like dying yesterday, and everything in the present is like being born today.

Foolish people have foolish blessings, people don't have to live too smart and care too much...

"Miss Yin, what are you doing?"

He didn't know when he came behind her again, with his hands resting on both sides of her sofa.

There is a faint smell of tobacco mixed with his unique cold fragrance lingering around.

Yin Yanyan froze slightly, it turned out that she liked the smell of him.

Every time I smell it, my heart is full of joy, but now I smell it but I feel panicked...

She subconsciously wanted to stand up.

"Miss Yin, your resignation letter has to be rewritten, and ink is dripping on it." His voice was cool.

Yin Yanyan looked down, the tip of the pen paused for too long just now, and there was an ink stain around it...

Ye Yanmo glanced at the paper a few more times, frowning slightly, and pointed at a few blank spaces: "What's going on? Also, your handwriting has deteriorated a lot."

Although the handwriting she originally wrote was not very beautiful, but it could be handed out anyway.

The words written now look dry, and the font structure looks crooked...[

Yin Yanyan's face was almost expressionless, and she didn't look up: "I forgot to pick up the pen, and I can't write those words! Also, my handwriting looks good or bad, it doesn't seem to be your business, Mr. Ye, right?!"

A batch of resignation letters, she left immediately, and will never get along with her again, her handwriting is pretty and ugly, Guan Qing's shit!

"Miss Yin, don't forget, I used to be your calligraphy teacher, your handwriting is not good-looking, and my face is not glorious..."

His breath was closer to hers.

Yin Yanyan: "..."

He did teach her calligraphy by hand.

In just half a year, her handwriting has made a qualitative leap, from looking like a dog crawling, to dragon flying...

"These words are not difficult. Bring the pen and I will teach you to write."

He took the pen from her hand and accidentally touched her hand. The familiar touch made his heart skip a beat, as if a fire passed from her fingertips and burned all the way into his heart...

Yin Yanyan's face turned slightly pale, and she withdrew her hand abnormally quickly. Bleak Bleak 