Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

Leng Jinyan glanced at her, his eyes flashed, took the menu and ordered a few signature dishes here, and then ordered a few light side dishes.

"Thank you Brother Leng!"

"No need!" Leng Jinyan's handsome face was cold, and his voice did not show any emotional ups and downs.

Su Xiaoran can stay by his side for several years. Apart from the advantage of appearance, Leng Jinyan prefers the way she acts like a baby to him.

But now, she is still smiling and acting coquettishly, and an inexplicable disgust surges in his heart.Inadvertently, the image of Song Qingcheng flaring her teeth and claws came to mind again. Yes, women are still cuter like that.

Su Xiaoran didn't know what happened to Leng Jinyan, the expression on his face seemed to be displeased, and he wanted to say something, but when he met his cold gaze, his words were immediately frozen.

A trace of impatience flashed in Leng Jinyan's eyes, and the dishes that happened to be served began to be served. Su Xiaoran obediently filled a bowl of soup and pushed it in front of Leng Jinyan.Leng Jinyan didn't look at her, picked up the soup and was about to drink it when he suddenly stopped.

Looking up, she looked at Song Qingcheng who was talking and laughing as she walked into the restaurant...

White shirt, jeans, canvas shoes, ball head, no makeup, just like a ray of cool summer wind blowing from a distance, beautiful without any impurities.

Leng Jinyan's mood suddenly improved.

"Why did you get promoted suddenly? Aren't you the supervisor who was promoted two months ago?" Song Qingcheng looked at An Ning suspiciously.

An Ning gave her a white look, "My sister is excellent."

"Congratulations to Manager An, I'm going to eat a lot today, so as to motivate you to become the general manager in the morning at a faster speed than taking a rocket."

The corner of Leng Jinyan's mouth twitched, no matter what time, she always had so many fallacies, and it was hard to find fault with her.

When Song Qingcheng and An Ning passed by Leng Jinyan's table, Leng Jinyan knocked on the soup bowl with his chopsticks.

"Leng Jinyan... Heh, it's really a narrow road to the enemy." Song Qingcheng looked at Leng Jinyan immediately when he saw Leng Jinyan.Turning her eyes around Su Xiaoran, she said in a tsk-tsk voice: "Substitution again? Sister Lin?"

"Hello, I'm Su Xiaoran, may I ask who you are..." Su Xiaoran bit her lower lip lightly, and like a frightened little white rabbit, she ran behind Leng Jinyan the moment Song Qingcheng spoke.

Song Qingcheng chuckled, glanced at Leng Jinyan, and raised his chin, "Me? Leng Jinyan didn't tell you that I am her fiancee?"

Su Xiaoran's body trembled, her eye circles turned red quickly, she bit her mouth, said aggrieved and disappointed, "I know, you are Miss Song that Brother Leng's grandfather forced him to marry."

Yo, this delicate flower has thorns.

It's just that there is a stream of tears at every turn, what the hell is it that wants to shed or not?

"Since you know that his grandfather forced her to marry me, why are you crying?" Song Qingcheng asked with one eyebrow raised.

She swears, she's really just curious.

"Okay, just say a few words less, she should faint after a while." An Ning glanced at Su Xiaoran, with this kind of scheming, she also lied to Song Qingcheng, in front of An Ning, she was still a little too late.

Su Xiaoran's pupils shrank, knowing that she had encountered a difficult problem, she immediately restrained herself from the scene where she was about to faint in the next moment.Meeting An Ning's gaze, Su Xiaoran's eyes flashed provocative.

"Brother Leng, I, I feel a little uncomfortable, I, let's go back... shall we?" Su Xiaoran's face was pale, and she was a little shaky.

Leng Jinyan looked back at Su Xiaoran, that face similar to Xu Wei was full of pain and pleading, it was so pitiful that it could be blown down by a gust of wind.

"Since you're not feeling well, let's go back to rest earlier. Take Miss Su back!" Leng Jinyan withdrew his eyes and looked at Song Qingcheng with a smile that was not a smile.

"Brother Leng, I..." Su Xiaoran was a little surprised, and looked at Leng Jinyan in disbelief.Usually, no matter what the occasion is, no matter who he faces, as long as she says she feels uncomfortable, he will definitely hug her and leave without saying a word.

This trick has worked well in the past, why didn't it work this time?

Yes, Song Qingcheng.

is her.

Su Xiaoran's pear blossoms were raining, and she looked at Song Qingcheng as if her gaze had been poisoned.

After Leng Jinyan ordered, two lean men in black suits who were eating at the next table came over immediately, "Miss Su, please..."

Su Xiaoran was not reconciled, and stayed where she was.