096 No Deed Is Too Fortuitous
nusually tonight—drinking at the bar because she cared too much about what his mother thought of her."Fei Mo…" Han Bi called out to him in a daze. She suddenly rose on tiptoe and kissed him. Ye Feimo...097 Price and Men
"Young Master Ye Second, Madam Ye, hello."
"Hello, Young Master Fang."
The few people exchanged greetings, and Warm secretly wished she could reduce her presence as much as possible.
She curiously glanced at Cheng Anya once. This gentle-looking beautiful woman was the mother of Ye Feimo She seemed a little off from the image of a shrewish tiger-mother in her mind.
Cheng Anya gave her a gentle smile, warm and sweet, but secretly wondered if even the "Demon Mother" could smile so tenderly
Ye Feimo glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Seeing her smiling brightly, he couldn't help but scoff inwardly. Foolish woman, judging people by their looks—when her mother had someone begging for death or life and was torturing them to no end, she was probably wetting herself somewhere, not knowing what was happening. Such an innocent nature truly made him want to bully her badly.
"Young Master Fang, bringing your girlfriend out for a meal" Cheng Anya asked.
Fang Liucheng smiled and said, "Yes."
Ye Feimo's expression darkened. His cold eyes swept towards the warmth of the place, causing her to shiver all over; Ye Feimo’s gaze was really too sharp. She hurriedly said, "I'm not your girlfriend."
Hmm, this voice sounds familiar. Cheng Anya raised her eyebrows. Fang Lucheng glared at Warming, and Cheng Anya thought they were just a young couple throwing tantrums and didn't say anything.
"Really poor taste," Ye Feimo said sardonically; it wasn’t clear if he was talking to anyone in particular. Cheng Anya was surprised—her son never bothered with matters that didn’t concern him, so for him to speak up at all was a miracle.
Warming knew he was referring to her and held back her breath. Fang Lucheng said, "Second Young Master Ye doesn't seem to have great taste either."
"I agree with that," Cheng Anya said with a light laugh.
"You’re such a good judge of character—look what you’ve picked."
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Hmm, this voice sounds familiar. Cheng Anya raised her eyebrows. Fang Lucheng glared at Warming, and Cheng Anya thought they were just a young couple throwing tantrums and didn't say anything.
"Really poor taste," Ye Feimo said sardonically; it wasn’t clear if he was talking to anyone in particular. Cheng Anya was surprised—her son never bothered with matters that didn’t concern him, so for him to speak up at all was a miracle.
Warming knew he was referring to her and held back her breath. Fang Lucheng said, "Second Young Master Ye doesn't seem to have great taste either."
"I agree with that," Cheng Anya said with a light laugh.
You’re such a good judge of character—look what you’ve picked.
In the tiny elevator, sparks flew, and Cheng Anya also sensed that something was amiss.
Do they have a grudge
Tolerance has reached its limit; there's no need to endure anymore. Warm gave a faint smile, expressing her thoughts, "These days, prices are getting higher and men are becoming more worthless."
Cheng Anya couldn't help but laugh.
A classic line... Keep it in mind, la la la, I'll be able to update several thousand words a day very soon. while her fair hands wrapped around his chest. Warm fragrance wafted over, permeating him.Tang Shuwen stood still but couldn't suppress the joy in his heart. The happiness spread outwards, causing hi...