The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

Knowing that Ling Weiwei and Shen Yajun had no serious problems, Lin Weiwei was relieved.

Chatting without saying a word, coupled with the fact that the tiredness after the love just lasted for a long time, the man's gentle big hand was caressing the back, and the drowsiness hit, Lin Weiwei didn't even know when she fell asleep have no idea.

When dawn dawned, Lin Weiwei was awakened by chirping birds outside the window.

There was nothing around her, only the clothes she wanted to wear were neatly placed on the bedside, and she took a look, Lin stretched slightly, got up, dressed, washed and went downstairs.

Holding a book in her hands, Leng Jinran sat on a wicker chair in the bamboo forest, with a cup of tea in hand.

At first glance, there is a feeling of a hidden master.

Seeing Lin Weiwei, Leng Jinran put down his book and walked over with a teacup.

After feeding Lin Weiwei a few sips of tea, Leng Jinran took her hand out of the bamboo forest, and the two strolled all the way to the restaurant in Yayuan.

I thought that such a comfortable day would last until Monday morning, but in the evening, Lin Weiwei was happily talking to Leng Jinran about the studio, when she received a call from Shen Yajun.

"Vivi, I'm back, come over tonight, let's get together?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was soft and charming, and every word was extremely clear, but in Lin Weiwei's heart, there was a strange feeling for no reason.

It was as if Shen Yajun gritted his teeth and said that sentence.

But how could it be?

Thinking to herself that she must be thinking too much, Lin Weiwei responded briskly, and gave Leng Jinran a frustrated expression.

After dinner, Leng Jinran drove Lin Weiwei back to the city center.

Changing into a set of casual and comfortable clothes, and refusing Leng Jinran's offer to accompany her there, Lin Weiwei drove to Jinbihuanghuang.

In the largest private room on the top floor, as soon as Lin Weiwei opened the door, a deafening sound rushed out.

Looking around, seeing Chu Hao and the other two isolated like abandoned dolls, the smile on Lin Weiwei's face suddenly became lighter.

Hangouts are hangouts, who stipulates that if you want to eat, drink and have fun together, you can't work hard to make money?

If we are really friends, we can't expect each other to be a little better, okay?

Forcibly suppressing the anger in her heart, Lin Weiwei walked to the mahjong table.

There were four people sitting at the mahjong table, Shen Yajun with long and wavy hair sat on the top seat, the leather jacket on his upper body was tightly hooped, and a pair of round/round breasts seemed to be about to jump out in the next moment. People are a little startled.

The leather pants are short enough to cover the buttocks, and the slender thighs are so casually overlapped, and the lazy sitting posture exudes a charm from top to bottom.

At a glance, there are more than ten girls in the private room, the ones who are older than her don't have her charm, and the ones who are younger than her don't have the coquettishness of her.

Shen Yajun in the crowd made the men around her want to look but didn't dare to look, didn't want to look but wanted to sneak a peek. It was like a poppy blooming silently in the dark.

"Miss Yajun..."

Withdrawing her scrutinizing gaze, Lin Weiwei called softly.

Seemingly noticing Lin Weiwei's arrival just now, Shen Yajun waved with a smile, "Weiwei is here? Come help me do a few rounds..."

Gracefully got up, dragged Lin Weiwei into the leather chair, Shen Yajun patted her shoulder with a smile, "Fight hard, win is mine, lose is yours."

After finishing speaking, Shen Yajun went out with the cigarette case and lighter.

Lin Weiwei: ...