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Chapter 101 Picking

He pulled Su Li aside, sat next to her, and said with a smile: "Hey, have we met somewhere? You are very kind!"

Song Anhao glanced at him coldly, and said mercilessly: "Jian Yidao's taste is very special, you are interested in even an ugly woman like me! What's the matter? I see a lot of beauties, and want to try a different taste? Are you not afraid of losing your appetite? Malnutrition?"

Jian Siling: "..."

After listening to her words, Su Li accidentally squirted out the red wine that she just drank into her mouth.

The drink was accidentally choked into the trachea, and he coughed violently.

"Cough...cough..."

The pretty little face flushed with coughing.

Ye Junchen immediately dropped the beauty in his arms, walked over, and gently patted her on the back: "Come on, tell me, what did they say? Why are you so excited?"

Su Li looked at Su Li who was sitting there without changing his face as if nothing had happened, and then looked at Jian Sling who was choked and flushed, wanted to laugh, but couldn't, and instead coughed harder up.

Ye Junchen rolled his eyes speechlessly, and went to pour her a glass of cold water himself.

After drinking the tea, Su Li's throat felt much better, and he gave Song Anhao a thumbs up without hesitation: "Beautiful, ruthless! It's the first time I meet a woman who says I am herself!"

Song An curled up his lips with a sly smile, trying to laugh, but found that he couldn't laugh at all.

Only then did Su Li realize that Ye Junchen's hand was still on her back, and hurriedly waved his hand away, with a look of disgust on her face: "Don't touch me with your dirty hands that have touched other women, it's disgusting!"

Ye Junchen's face turned red with anger.

"A dog who bites Lu Dongbin doesn't know a good heart!"

Su Li jumped up angrily: "Who do you call a dog?"

Ye Junchen said naively: "I'll say whoever talks to you, puppy, puppy, you are a puppy..."

Watching them quarreling, Song Anhao sighed inwardly, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xue Wanqing wishing he could hang himself on Shen Xiuran and chat with him in an intimate manner.

Although Shen Xiuran didn't respond the whole time, he didn't pull her away either.

It is clear that the physical rejection made him uncomfortable, but he still endured and did not distance himself.

This realization made Song Anhao's heart ache, his eyes dimmed a little bit, and he stood up: "Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom!"

In fact, there is a toilet in the private room.

But she felt oppressed inside, uncomfortable, and out of breath.

She must get out of there quickly.

Otherwise, she was afraid that she would be unable to control the separation of Shen Xiuran and Xue Wanqing.

To her surprise, as soon as she came out of the bathroom, she saw Shen Xiuran leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a half-smoked cigarette, his long legs slightly bent.

At first glance, it looks like a male model snapped out of a magazine.

Handsome, handsome and stylish.

Thinking of how close he was with Xue Wanqing just now, Song Anhao felt angry, glared at him viciously, and wanted to pass him and leave directly.

I never thought that when I passed by Shen Xiuran, I was suddenly stopped by him.

Song Anhao's heart was sour, and he asked strangely, "What? Don't tell me you, Mr. Shen, have the same eccentricities as Shen Yidao. You don't like beautiful women, but you like ugly girls like me?"

When he spoke again, he deliberately lowered his voice, for fear that Shen Xiuran would hear something strange.

Shen Xiuran stood up straight, staring at her fiercely, as if trying to see through her.

A huge shadow instantly enveloped Song Anhao.

A powerful aura is coming.

Song Anhao felt guilty after being stared at by him.

On the face, he was calm and composed, with his chest straightened out and his chin raised high, to meet his gaze.

In fact, she is not short, even taller among girls.

Su Li is as tall as her only when she wears high heels.

However, Shen Xiuran was a full 1.8 meters eight, a full [-] centimeters taller than her. The advantage of height alone crushed her, not to mention, Shen Xiuran had been in a high position for a long time, and his aura could not be ignored.

In front of him, she was as small as an ant.

However, she just doesn't want to admit defeat, even if she can't compare, she has to compare.

Shen Xiuran didn't care about her selective gaze, and suddenly reached out to get the glasses on her face.

Looking at his outstretched hand, Song Anhao's breathing suddenly stopped, and her heart was beating wildly, as if it was going to jump out of her throat.

(End of this chapter)