Loli fierce and cute: BOSS, stand against the wall!

Chapter 409
Seeing the person coming, Mo Yirou smiled softly, "Did you go to the wrong place!"

After finishing speaking, he continued to bite the straw and looked at Ji Linna with a hostile expression.

Ji Linna withdrew again, looked up at the door plate above the private room, and walked in directly this time, her sharp eyes were like the tone of her speech at this time.

"Mo Yirou, why are you so shameless? Is Minghui the only man in the world? Is it meaningful to still play stalking!"

Mo Yirou...

A row of MMPs floated by in my heart.

He put the juice glass heavily on the dining table, and replied bluntly, "This lady has seen a lot of narcissists, and this is the first time someone who is so narcissistic as thick-skinned as you!
Ji Linna, don't think that everyone is the same as you because you have delusions. Maybe Qiao Minghui is a treasure in your eyes, but in my eyes, he is just a worn-out old thing! "

"You!" Ji Linna was so angry that she couldn't speak, and her face turned pale.

Similarly, Mo Yirou was also very angry.

She messed up someone well, but she just sat in the private room and waited for someone. The person who was supposed to come didn't come, but she waited for a psychopath.

"Linna? Why are you standing in the private room and not sitting down?" Xue Jingchen, who had just gone to the bathroom, came in, but he could already hear the two women confronting each other from a distance.

Ji Linna turned around. She was wearing a decent dress with a thin woolen trench coat. She was carrying a Gucci brand bag in her hand, which was a second-hand bag given to her by a friend. She was standing in the private room with an aggressive look.

"Jingchen, are you sure you want to book this private room?"

Xue Jingchen looked at Mo Yirou pretending to be puzzled, and then looked at Ji Linna, "What's wrong? Don't you think so?"

Ji Linna frowned, and suddenly raised her hand, pointing sharply at Mo Yirou who was sitting at the table, "Then what about her, did you bring her?"

"Nonsense!" Mo Yirou snorted disdainfully, grabbed the juice and sucked it up again.

Xue Jingchen frowned slightly, because of Ji Linna's rude attitude, but he smiled and said, "What's the matter, Linna, is there any problem? Didn't we agree on the phone to bring the family members along?"

The word "family" irritated the two women in the private room, Mo Yirou stopped biting the straw, and even tightened her fingers while holding the glass cup of coffee.

The class reunion Xue Jingchen mentioned turned out to be Ji Linna.

Put the glass back on the table again, with a lot of force, it was her unhappiness that Xue Jingchen deceived herself.

Ji Linna was equally surprised, and instinctively turned to Mo Yirou, "She... is your girlfriend?"

Xue Jingchen smiled, and when his peach blossom eyes were stained with a smile, he looked very frivolous, his brows were raised, and he asked, "Why, isn't it different?"

Like your uncle!

Mo Yirou scolded in her heart.

Xue Jingchen, you bastard, you actually tricked your aunt to pretend to be your girlfriend. It's fine if it's a stranger, but it's with Ji Linna, a green tea bitch!

Xue Jingchen's status was something that Ji Linna wanted to curry favor with even in her dreams, so when she received Xue Jingchen's call to propose a get-together, she agreed without any hesitation.

Now that Xue Jingchen has said that, she can't show anything anymore, she smiled perfunctorily, "Sorry, it's my poor eyesight, I didn't see it."

When she said this, Ji Linna subconsciously glanced at Mo Yirou, and the corners of her lips unconsciously twitched with sarcasm. Before that, the company had listed Mo Yirou as a flirtatious rich second generation. It seems... not really rumors.

"Sit down." After explaining everything clearly, Xue Jingchen stretched out his arms politely.

Ji Linna also spread her arms, "Jing Chen, you sit too."

Just as the two of them walked to the dining table, Qiao Minghui hurried in, "Linna, what you want..."

Similarly, seeing Mo Yirou biting the straw, Qiao Minghui instinctively stopped.

(End of this chapter)