The sickly white moonlight (Quick Wear) [MTL] (discontinued)

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Chapter 121: The Awkward, Indifferent and Paranoid President x The Clever Little Angel, Miss.

Fu Wan looked up at Song Yongyan and asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"

The man chuckled, "Don't you want them to get out of this circle?" He lowered his head slightly, reached out and pinned the shattered hair on the girl's temples behind his ears, the loose hair exuding a faint scent of citrus.

Light, sweet and sour, bright and seductive.

"Come on." Fu Wan winked at him.

Song Yongyan smiled, turned and walked out. It was dark outside the door, Song Yongyan made a phone call, "Tell them not to appear in front of me and Miss Lin again," he paused, his eyes were murderous, "No matter how powerful they are in the backstage, they will be demolished for me. already."

The opposite laughed: "Eldest young master, why, now you are willing to admit that you are the Song family..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Yongyan dropped the phone, his brows stained with gloom.

He turned around and walked in. The girl was wrapped in a blanket and played piano tiles with her eyes down. It was obviously a boring little game, but she played it like a big enemy, with a serious face. Song Yongyan squatted down, stretched out his hand and scratched the girl's chin like a cat.

Fu Wan pouted and glared at Song Yongyan, hummed, moved a position, and continued to quickly click on the screen, a rather smooth piano tune flowed out of the phone.

Song Yongyan looked at the little girl whose cheeks were puffed up when she got a little angry, and couldn't help but leaned in front of her, "Miss, don't you pay if you call someone?" He curved his dark eyes, "You can't Eat my overlord meal."

Fu Wan stared at Song Yongyan's handsome and angry face, and looked away with difficulty, "Why do you want me to eat your overlord's meal? Say, what do you want in return."

The Lin family's wealth, not to mention five million checks, fifty million is not difficult.

The man stood up, and suddenly, Fu Wan's head only reached his waist. He bent down slightly to get in front of Fu Wan's face, "The reward is...you kiss me."

Fu Wan's face was expressionless: "Mobility of minors is generally punishable by imprisonment for not more than five years or short-term detention."

Song Yongyan was also expressionless.

system:"......"

The scene in the room was extremely embarrassing for a while, but Fu Wan, as a little expert in the cold field, continued as if nothing had happened: "I can ask a professional to pay the bill, what do you think?"

Song Yongyan: "..."

Of course Fu Wan knew that Song Yongyan could not agree!

So she chased after the victory, "If you think you don't like the professional I picked, I can give you the money directly, and you can pick it yourself!"

God, how could she be so witty!

Song Yongyan's face became more and more ugly. His skin was pale and his eyes were blue and black, the whites of his eyes were full of dark circles caused by lack of sleep, and the corners of his eyes were naturally red. Fu Wan felt a little unhappy in this way. fear.

The man's face was indeed ugly, but after hanging his eyes for a long time, he still didn't lose his temper.

Instead, helplessly pulled the corners of his mouth into a wry smile, got up and fell to Fu Wan's side, and subconsciously touched the cigarette. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fu Wan's skirt, but he didn't take it. He just reached out and rubbed the girl's head. With some complicated emotions, "Miss, you are so arrogant."