Mu Wan was greedy for pleasure, and the big boss in the Beijing circle got away with it

Luo Shuwan lowered his face and said seriously, "Stop it! From now on, don't talk to Zhao Xingyue about my affairs."

Sun Miaomiao asked in confusion, "What happened? Did you two quarrel?"

"Oh, please leave me alone and go do what you have to do." Luo Shuwan scratched his hair with both hands irritably.

Sun Miaomiao's sharp eyes caught the hickeys on her neck, and she exclaimed, "Oh my God! You slept with him!"

Luo Shuwan's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly put down his hair to cover it up, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Sun Miaomiao smiled with a gossipy face and poked her neck, "No? Then what is this?"

"And this dress of yours was given by Zhao Xingyue, right? It's so beautiful!"

"Hey, is it because you two are so shy that you are hiding away?"

"I'm cupping!" Luo Shuwan blushed and argued.

"Can the cupping be pulled out like this?" Sun Miaomiao clicked her tongue, "You're a liar."

"Tell me, how is his job?" Sun Miaomiao leaned in front of her face and winked.

"Don't spread rumors. He and I are innocent and have nothing to do with each other." Luo Shuwan opened his palm and pushed her face away.

"Then you..." Sun Miaomiao hesitated.

Luo Shuwan closed the computer and pushed her into the bathroom. "Wash your face quickly. You look like a ghost. It's so ugly."

Sun Miaomiao scratched the door frame and reminded with a serious face, "Wanwan, Zhao Xingyue is very popular, and there are many girls outside looking at him eagerly."

Luo Shuwan's face was expressionless, "I don't have enough food and clothing, so how can I have any chance of falling in love?"

"You really don't like Zhao Xingyue?" Sun Miaomiao asked.

"I am self-aware."

"Then, hehe..." Sun Miaomiao cupped her fists, "Will you be my Yue Lao?"

Luo Shuwan looked at her with disgust, "Hurry up and wash your face. You are like a ghost and want to chase Zhao Xingyue! The more Zhao Xing looks at you, his fans will scold you to death."

Sun Miaomiao frowned, clutched her chest, her lips trembled, and she cried, "Wanwan, you really don't love me anymore. How can such a gentle mouth say such vicious words? Wuwuwu..."

Luo Shuwan looked at her speechlessly, "Before dinner today, remember to check whether your 925 sterling silver earrings are poisonous."

"If I can catch Zhao Xingyue, I'm willing to drink poisonous wine," Sun Miaomiao said confidently.

Luo Shuwan shook his head and packed his things, "I'm going out to work, bye."

While taking the subway, she refreshed her mailbox every five minutes, eight hundred times, without any response.

My heart was in my throat, and I was terrified.

Or ask him for help?

If he hadn't tortured her without restraint, she wouldn't have been so tired that she fell into a coma for more than two days, causing her to miss the deadline for submitting her paper.

In the car that night, I heard Professor Wen call him "Achen". They must be very good friends, right?

Asking him to come forward to find Professor Wen is probably just a matter of words.

Luo Shuwan thought this way, opened WeChat and clicked on the "f" dialog box.

My thumbs were hanging on the keyboard, unable to start. I really didn't know what to say.

On the one hand, you want to get rid of him, but on the other hand, you want something from him. If you continue to be entangled like this, when will it end?

When she left the subway station, she stood at the exit steps, looking up at the majestic and long steps, and watching the people coming and going numbly.

The road of life is very long and needs to be walked step by step.

Just like the steps in front of you, you need to climb them one step at a time.

This sinful relationship has already begun, just take it one step at a time.

She took out her mobile phone and sent a message to "f": Mr. Fu, I have been staying in the hotel for the past two days and have been delayed in sending my paper to Professor Wen. Can you please help me?