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The big deal is that the fish die and the net breaks, they dare to rectify Nalan Yanran, and Nalan Zhao will not make them feel better.

In Shui Polo, this society, there are very few people without black history.

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Mr. Ma’s house is very luxurious, a small villa.

The time now is around 11 o'clock in the morning. In broad daylight, with Nalan Zhao present, Nalan Yanran is still very relieved. Although it was true that when I got off the car, my heart was instinctively panicked.

Many young girls are under the unspoken rules of success in this state of ignorance, fear and promised benefits.

There are few willingly, but it is not among them who are captured by rich second-generation playboys with sugar-coated love.

Because that was willing to be deceived...

Some scumbags were even dumped afterwards, and they still keep thinking about it.

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There is naturally more than one property like Mr. Ma, but what brought Nalan Yanran to today is his most luxurious villa, which is worth more than 10 million yuan.

After all, Ma always wants to play Nalan Yanran, so he has to show his strength.

Even the birds in nature need to constantly show their beautiful feathers and loud singing voice.

"Master, you are back."

A maid was hired in the villa. She was in her thirties. She looked ordinary, but she was very serious and knew her words and colors. She has been working here for a long time.

Usually when Mr. Ma is not at home, she always manages the house in good order.

"Ok!"

Mr. Ma took off his coat, the maid took it quickly, and hung it on a hanger beside it.

"These two are guests, this Nalan Zhao has you met... This Nalan Yanran is his cousin and also our company's signed female singer."

"Hello, Mr. Nalan."

The maid came to Nalan Yanran. "Hello, Miss Nalan, you are so beautiful."

Nalan Yanran has some restraints and blushes at the same time. She can stun the air on the Internet, a bit like a keyboard man, but in reality, Nalan Yanran's resilience is not particularly good, and her communication skills are also average.

"Thank you...thank you for the compliment."

"Miss Nalan, don't be nervous. Those who can be brought home by the master are all your own. You can just treat this as your own home."

"This…"

Nalan Yanran was embarrassed.

But President Ma looked at the maid appreciatively. He wanted this effect, otherwise he would not bring them over.

The maid is very talkative.

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The maid saw Mr. Ma’s eyes, she smiled. She knew Mr. Ma had a lover outside, but she never brought it to this house, because this house is where he lives with his divorced wife, and his son also live here.

Women who can't get on the table, or who haven't walked into Mr. Ma's heart, are just small women who are used to solve physical needs. He doesn't bother to bring them to this home.

After so many years, Nalan Yanran may still be the first.

It shows that the horse may really like or admire this woman.

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Nalan Yanran is too self-loving, not participating in any party, really like a hedgehog, so that bad men can't start.

But this kind of conservative woman is also a man willing to love with affection.

A woman who is too waved, a man will only be waver than her.

A woman who can be a wife and a woman who can only be a lover, a successful man can still be distinguished.

"You talk, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I'll cook."

The maid smiled.

Nalan Yanran was at a loss, and subconsciously said: "Let me help..."

"Should not, Miss Nalan, you are so beautiful, your hands are so tender, and you are a guest..." However, before the maid had finished speaking, Mr. Ma came from the living room.

"Let her help, I also want to taste Nalan Yanran's craftsmanship at noon."

"This…"

The maid did not expect President Ma to say so. "OK then!"

"..."

Nalan Yanran was also taken aback, and she just said politely, how could this President Ma take it seriously?

Shameless! !

Next time, she has to take care of her mouth, and she won't even talk about the kindness.