Kuai Chuan is crying by myself every day

Chapter 14 This dog blood world is not worthy of my beauty

He usually doesn't talk much, so it's really new to say such a long series of words all at once. Even the advantages he said sound a bit naive, and the speed of his speech is not fast, but Baicha is very patient. finished listening.

There was a smile in her eyes, as if no matter how stuttering he was, no matter how naive and ridiculous what he said, she would patiently listen to every word he said.

For some reason, Song Xuan's heart suddenly settled down, the moon shone in his eyes, and when he looked at her, his eyes were shining brightly.

As it is written in every script, when the atmosphere is right, there are always some people who will spoil the scenery and come out.

"Song Xuan!" Song Cheng walked a few steps closer and grabbed Song Xuan's arm, "Come here!"

Bai Cha grabbed Song Xuan's other hand, "He has his own ideas and doesn't need to listen to you."

Song Cheng frowned, exerting force on his hand, Song Xuan was pulled to take a step in his direction, "He is my younger brother, I know how to take care of him."

Bai Cha also exerted force, and Song Xuan took another step back, "What you mean by taking care of him is that he is so old, does he have to listen to your arrangements for everything he does?"

"I will consider everything for him. Is there anything wrong with him listening to my arrangement?"

Song Xuan was pulled to take another step to the left.

"Yes, you can't wait to arrange everything for him, including when he gets married in the future, do you want to arrange when he will have sex with his wife, and whether he will have a boy or a girl?"

Song Xuan was dragged to move one step to the right.

Song Cheng stared at Bai Cha's hand that was holding Song Xuan and refused to let go, and the coldness appeared on his brows, "Let go!"

"You let go first."

Of course Song Cheng refused to let it go, his patience was limited, "White tea, isn't it enough for you to ask for [-] million? How much more do you want, give me an accurate number."

Bai Cha raised the corners of her lips, "He is priceless to me."

Yes, when Song Xuan succeeds in starting a business, the rewards she can bring are immeasurable.

Song Xuan stared at Bai Cha's face, her eyes were frighteningly bright.

Song Cheng's expression froze, his eyes fell on Bai Cha's hand holding Song Xuan again, and he said coldly, "Bai Cha, let go."

Baicha: "You put it first, then I will."

Song Cheng: "You let it go first."

Baicha: "You go first!"

Song Cheng: "White tea, you go first!"

Bai Cha: "No, you go first!"

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The assistant next to him with a low sense of presence pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and silently digested the surprise in his heart. He can be sure that no one in the company has ever seen such a naive Mr. Song. It's like schoolchildren bickering.

in the car.

Mei Youxin stretched out his hand and took a bag of potato chips from Huangfulang. The two of them sat by the window and watched the drama outside. Make headlines, saying that Baicha and Song Cheng are a woman and a man competing for a man."

Huangfu Lang nodded affirmatively, and snatched the bag of potato chips from Mei Youxin's hand, "There's only one bag, save some for me."

Mei Youxin was about to snatch it back, but she noticed a thin figure standing in the corner next to her at a glance. Instead of grabbing food from Huangfulang, she put her hands on the car window, propped her chin and shouted: "Assistant Zhang, good evening."

Hearing this voice, the man under the shadow of the tree looked over.

Mei Youxin seemed to be in a good mood, she asked leisurely: "Long time no see, do you still remember me?"

As if seeing some jackal or beast, Assistant Zhang stiffened and took three steps back.

Mei Youxin smiled even more happily.

Huangfulang seemed to be interested and asked: "Why, have you changed your taste recently?"

The kind of man who looks like a social animal is not the type of little fresh meat she liked before.

Mei Youxin lazily replied: "Just teasing him, he is not my type."

Huangfu Lang didn't speak any more, but his gaze fell on the man vaguely.

(End of this chapter)