Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

On the top floor of Huanyu International, Leng Jinyan, with her thin lips tightly pursed, turned around and walked back to the marble desk about 15 minutes after hanging up the phone. A week after he "invited" Song Qingcheng out of the car last time, he actually gave Song Qingcheng a call. Qingcheng called.

It's just that he was the one who made the phone call, with reluctance clearly written on his face.

Erlang's legs were crossed on the sofa, and the man who was smiling from beginning to end with a playful face saw him turn around: "I said that Mr. Leng is just dating Miss Song's family, with such... such a feeling that death is at home." Is it?"

"Actually, I don't understand. You said that you married Miss Song, the old man is happy, and you can also improve your career. Why not do the best of both worlds?"

After saying that, Wang Fan felt the wind blowing around him, and accidentally touched the man's cold gaze.

"Uh, you pretend I didn't say anything!" He couldn't help but shrink back.

"Continue talking!" Leng Jinyan sat back in his exclusive seat, with a sneer on Xie Mei's face, "So, do you think that I, Leng Jinyan, need to rely on marriage to increase my strength?"

"But I think it would be more profitable to marry the Song family than to buy Yang Fan!" Leng Jinyan gave Wang Fan a cold look, and his tone was cold without any warmth, "I don't know what you want, Young Master Wang?"

"Ahem... Miss Leng, are you kidding me?"

"What do you think?" Leng Jinyan's face-to-face smile is scarier than when it's not...

Wang Fan feels that there are only 36 strategies now, and it is the most appropriate strategy to go ahead.

However, his eyes fell on the materials on the coffee table, and he immediately changed his mind: "Young Master Leng, I just investigated this pile of materials for you, there is hard work without credit!"

"So, you better hope your advice works, or..."

Leng Jinyan squinted at him, stood up, arranged her suit habitually, and left the office with big strides.

Seeing this, Wang Fan also put down the wine glass in his hand and rushed out.

"Young Master Leng, you are so mean. If you want to see Miss Song, you have to count me in. At least... I mean, I can at least give you some advice!"

Leng Jinyan glanced at him, but didn't speak, which seemed to be a tacit consent to his statement.

A meaningful smile flashed across Wang Fan's eyes.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the nightlife in S City has just kicked off.

Song Qingcheng parked the car and stood in "Night" - the largest and most luxurious bar in S city.

This is clearly An Ning's favorite place!

But Song Qingcheng still took a deep breath, carried his bag, and walked in very calmly.

Today, she was wearing a white T-shirt and denim shorts, revealing a pair of long legs. This outfit fit the atmosphere in the bar.

I usually see An Ning's dress up a lot, but it's not difficult for her to dress up.

However, the noisy and mixed atmosphere in the bar, as well as the loud and harsh music, and the blurred and flickering colorful lights were drowned out by Song Qingcheng in the bar in an instant.

Song Qingcheng frowned involuntarily. This Leng Jinyan really didn't know which muscle was wrong. Is it necessary to make an appointment in such a place?
But when I think of her plan, I have to adapt even if I don't adapt.

Unbeknownst to her, since the second she came in, her seductive long legs have attracted countless eyes.

Before she could walk up to the box on the second floor, a few young young men leaned over, slowly surrounded her, and whistled at her.

"It's the first time for a beauty to come? Have a drink with me?"

At that time, Leng Jinyan and Wang Fan just stepped into the bar.

Even in a noisy environment, Leng Jinyan continued to walk forward without changing his expression.In contrast, Wang Fan's line of sight has been circling around the venue.

Looking at it, I really saw some interesting things.