After the beautiful female partner is reborn, the male protagonist is cremated together

"So hurry up and get out, I'll just dry your clothes!"

Huo Weinan laughed silently.

He took a few steps back and stopped staring at Ling Huanhuan. Instead, he took out his cell phone and sent a message.

Not long after, Secretary Zhang pushed the door open and came in, "I brought the dress and jewelry you mentioned. Can you put them here?"

Her voice stopped abruptly when she saw Ling Huanquan's furry head...

Isn't this suit for Miss Ling Yue?

Huo Weinan glanced at him lightly, and Secretary Zhang felt a chill all over. He put the dress on the small table aside and retreated with his neck shrinking.

What is this all about!

Huo Weinan turned around and raised his eyebrows at the dress that was sitting there quietly, "Change into it."

Ling Huanquan bit his lip.

He pulled his head in, put the wet T-shirt on his body again, walked out from behind the curtain lightly, picked up the dress, and jumped back quickly.

The shadow of the girl's flesh and bones appeared vaguely behind the curtain, and Huo Weinan's breathing became rapid.

Sitting on the large sofa, crossing his legs unnaturally.

A moment later, Ling Huanquan, wearing Ling Yue's dress, emerged from behind the curtain with her hands and feet tied up.

It was an ice blue knee-length dress. When she wore it, her chest was tight but her waist was loose.

However, these minor flaws were covered up by her thin shoulders that were half raised.

Huo Weinan inevitably had the desire to have close contact with the white snow with his lips.

Ling Huanquan was staring at him so much that his scalp went numb, and he looked away unnaturally, "Thank you... Then I'll leave first."

"and many more,"

Huo Weinan exchanged his legs and said in a deep voice: "How do you think about what I said that day?"

Ling Quanquan was really stunned.

What happened that day?

Going behind Ling Yue's back and being his mistress?

Although he had known that nothing good could come out of his mouth, Ling Quanquan was still furious.

Huo Weinan sneered and glanced at her scornfully, "Do you think that joining Jun Mo will solve the problem once and for all? You haven't thought clearly about the backup dancers in the "Singer" program yet?"

"singer"?

Ling Quanquan's heart tightened and he raised his head suddenly.

"Did you ask the director to terminate my contract?"

Although her tone was questioning, her words were firm.

Huo Weinan shrugged noncommittally, "Joining Junmo is just a gift from me. If you want more, it depends on your performance."

Ling Quanquan was almost furious!

What is the little gift he gave me?

Even if he didn't arrange an interview, Jun Mo had already agreed on an interview time with him.

On the contrary, Huo Junlai and all the judges unanimously praised her dance that day!

In the end, she was directly assigned to the advanced class. Liu Linghan, who was also interviewed by Huo Weinan, was only in the junior class.

She already had the ability to be admitted to Jun Mo, but Huo Weinan was so shameless that she used this as a favor!

Under the extreme anger, Ling Quanquan calmed down.

"I'll think about it."

She clenched her fists tightly, resisting the urge to beat Huo Weinan, opened the door forcefully and walked out.

In the narrow corridor, Ling Yue was caught off guard and saw the brand-new Ling Huanquan.

"Where did your clothes come from!"

Looking at Ling Yue's face that suddenly fell, a hint of joy flashed in Ling Quanquan's heart.

Aren't you looking forward to coming to her birthday party?Can't accept this?

"Mr. Huo gave it to me."

Ling Huanquan imitated Ling Yue's past appearance, put on an innocent smile, and even turned around in front of Ling Yue, "Is it beautiful? I like it so much. I have never worn such a beautiful one before. Here’s the skirt.”

Ling Yue's face was so gloomy that she could almost shed water.

"Go change it!"

Don't think she doesn't know, this is obviously the dress that Secretary Zhang just brought over, and Huo Weinan prepared it for herself!

Why should Ling Quanquan, a country bumpkin rolling in the mud, wear his own clothes!How does she deserve it?

Ling Huanquan pursed his lips, "But my clothes are wet, and I don't have any clothes to change."

Are your clothes wet?

Ling Yue was shocked.

Could this bitch take off his clothes in front of Brother Huo?

Otherwise, why would Brother Huo take the initiative to give her his dress? Damn it, he must have been harassed by her so much!

How dare she, how dare she do such a despicable thing!

Glancing at the slightly closed door behind Ling Huanquan, Ling Yue lowered her eyes to hide the stern look in her eyes.

"Brother Huo made this skirt according to my size. It doesn't fit you. Come with me and I'll find a skirt that fits you better."

Ling Quanquan pretended to hesitate, and finally shook his head firmly, "You and I have different figures, and none of your skirts will fit me.

Forget it, the birthday party is about to start. I've never been to it, so I'll go take a look first. "

After saying that, she ran away lightly, leaving Ling Yue alone, standing there with clenched fists, her eyes uncertain.

After a while, she walked to a deserted corner and took out her mobile phone: "Tong Jue, when will you arrive?"

"Immediately, I will ruin that bitch's reputation tonight!"

Ling Yue took a deep breath, "I can only help you so far. Don't forget what you promised. After this time, you are not allowed to embarrass my father again."

On the first floor, Ling Zhifan was chatting with Secretary Zhang when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Ling Huanquan and shouted angrily:

"Ling Quanquan! You unfilial daughter, you still have the nerve to come back!"

Ling Huanquan turned around and watched calmly as Ling Zhifan rushed over with an angry look on his face.

"I have no shame, but my sister insists that I come over,"

She spoke softly, but the noisy hall suddenly became quiet because she spoke.

Although the ice blue dress didn't fit her perfectly, it flattered her.

Noble and delicate yet fragrant and delicate, just like roses in the valley, making people want to stop and admire them, but also long to reach out and pick them.

"So even though I was still sick and getting injections, I still had to come."

She raised her hand, revealing the ugly and horrific pinpricks on the back of her hand.

With her pale face, she looked shockingly pitiful.

A trace of uneasiness flashed across Ling Zhifan's face, and then he became even angrier.

Don't think he can't see it. Although Ling Quanquan's attitude is docile, his words are deliberately trying to make him unable to step down!

This daughter was indeed an immature wolf. Since she returned to the Ling family today, Ling Zhifan made up his mind to train her so that she would not dare to resist her parents before letting her go to school.

"A little cold is not as important as your sister's birthday!"

Ling's mother stepped forward, furious, "Now that you're here, why are you putting on such a dead face? Are you dressed so expensively and deliberately trying to steal Yueyue's limelight?"

Ling's mother didn't notice that as she finished speaking, the whispers in the hall got louder.