A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

Fiona raised her head in astonishment, her eyes fixed on Lu Yan.

Looking at the man who was rumored to be miraculously protected.

His gaze became deeper and deeper.

At this time, Lu Yan folded the newspaper and raised his eyes.

The stern and deep eyes looked straight at her, revealing an aura faintly, which was intimidating.

Fiona's pupils hidden under the colored contact lenses trembled slightly.

She quickly looked away and did not look directly at Lu Yan again.

Because that man's eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, as long as they look at each other, the secret you tried to hide will be read by him in an instant.

"Looks like I guessed right."

Putting down the newspaper, Lu Yan picked up the coffee cup, stroked the rim with her fingertips, and continued thoughtfully: "Then let me guess, let you find out the truth, is it Bo Junchen or..."

Interrupting Lu Yan directly, Fiona found an excuse to change the subject.

And Lu Yan didn't dwell on that question, and raised his hand to point at the entrance.

"In that blue paper bag."

"Thank you."

Finding the paper bag, Fiona opened the bag and looked inside.

After confirming that it was Bao Jinghan's clothes, she quickly picked them up and opened the door.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a noise coming from outside the door.

Then there was a shout—

"Qiao Xin, I will let you give up this time! I will prove to you who is my true love!"

Footsteps came, gradually approaching.

The moment Fiona pushed the door open, she saw a man and woman arguing, rushing in aggressively.

As they passed by, the girl stopped.

He turned to look at her angrily.

Then, he pointed at her very impolitely, and poked her shoulder with that finger.

"This kind of old woman is your true love?! Lin Xing, why are you trying to trick me into finding a good actor too!"

He drank so loudly that Fiona's ears hurt.

And Fiona is not a vegetarian, she closed the door with a bang, and then yelled back: "You are a yellow-haired girl who hasn't even grown a hair yet, who are you calling an old woman!"

"It's you, the old woman who hooked up with my Lin Xing! The old woman!!"

Qiao Xin didn't realize that she was still standing on someone else's territory.

Savage and savage, how muddled, how come.

"Do you have any education!"

Leaning sideways at the unruly young lady in front of her, Fiona, who was scolded as an old woman in public, was also angry.

Pointing at the man with peach blossom eyes next to the girl, he snorted and mocked: "What kind of Lin Xing is this of yours? Pooh, Lin Xing, it's still lucky! Only you treat him as the emperor, rare, think It's a woman who wants to climb into his bed..."

"You have no right to say my Lin Xing, he is the best!"

Qiao Xin's fingers dangled in front of Fiona's eyes.

Looking at that posture, I wish I could poke her eyes out.

But Fiona didn't see her, and looked at Qiao Xin with disdain and sneered: "He is the best? On the premise that all the men in the world are dead, he should be the best. But--even if my old lady has lost all her teeth, I'm not interested in this kind of bean sprouts either! Damn!"

How unlucky!

Holding the paper bag tightly, Fiona pushed Qiao Xin away.

Just as she was about to leave, Qiao Xin grabbed her hair from behind.

Seeing that the scuffle was about to start, Lu Yan's deep voice floated not far away.

Majestic, domineering, with an irresistible tension.

"Stop it all! Qiao Xin, you followed Lin Xing into my apartment early in the morning just to let me watch you fight!"