my gambling boyfriend

Chapter 111 Lan Mo, I'm Not a Good Person (1)

"What does the president want from me?"

Her voice was cold and faint, just like how she felt at this moment.

It would be a lie to say that he was not angry with Guan Zichen's behavior, but after all, she was the one who punished him first, anyone has the right to be angry, and he didn't directly trouble her.

He didn't splash the ice water, at least, he kept the agreement.

Guan Zichen never took his eyes off her since she entered the door, seeing her being abused by these uninvited women, he did not stop her.

When he saw the computer desktop early this morning, he was furious. He even immediately thought of who did it, but then he thought of her deliberate reminder that night.

The calculation in her eyes was cute to him at that time, but he never thought that she would do it anyway.

Now maybe the whole Yecheng has seen Guan Zichen being beaten up?
He squinted his eyes and looked at her indifference at this moment. She didn't explode with anger. When he saw the stubbornness in her eyes, he immediately understood.

She was paying him back for the mistakes she made, but he still didn't understand, was the purpose of her doing this just to make everyone in Yecheng see his jokes?
Lan Mo, she doesn't seem to have such a childish side.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but before he could speak, those women quickly surrounded Lan Mo.

His body backed away unconsciously, extremely lazy, even though there were still some faint scars on his face at this time, it still did not damage his natural sexy and handsome.

Women, the spice of his life, he is annoying, but he doesn't push them away.

It was for some people to see, but maybe, he was already tired.

"You are Lan Mo? You are so courageous that you dare to hate Chenchen. Do you know the consequences of doing so?"

The leading woman was wearing an extremely revealing low-cut dress. She was not tall, but she stretched out her long red nails in an attempt to touch Lan Mo's nose.

Lan Mo snorted coldly, and squinted at Guan Zichen, who was watching a show. He wasn't looking for trouble with her, but he was looking for her indirectly.

Lan Mo never suffers from doing things. She can endure that bucket of ice water, but she will never endure it a second time.

When the woman with red nails was about to poke her nose, she grabbed her wrist fiercely, as if trying to wring her hand off.

(End of this chapter)