Ten billion wealthy daughters

"You send this to Qing'an." Lin Yurui handed the gift box in his hand to Anong who was bewildered, "Let's go now?"

"what is this?"

Anon looked curiously at the exquisite little box in his hand, and felt an urge to open it to have a look - of course he just thought about it, such an exquisite box was given to Miss Qing'an again, he wanted to open it, young master did not flay him.

"A gift for Qing'an."

"Then..." Anon looked at Lin Yurui strangely, "Your gift, young master, you can deliver it yourself."

Lin Yurui's face turned black. With his hands behind his back, he turned his head to look at Anon, then turned back quickly, frowning slightly, not willing to answer this question.

"I'll send you off as soon as I tell you, this is a military order! Why are there so many nonsense!"

"But..." Anon was also very wronged, "I know I'm going to Paris this time, and I brought a gift for Qing'an, and it's still in the box..."

Aww, if I go to give this gift to the young master, then my own gift will definitely be ruined... That was carefully prepared by myself, I'm so overwhelmed...

But the point is—why didn't the young master deliver it himself?

It's strange, the young master is not the kind of person who hesitates and struggles.

What Anong didn't know was that Lin Yurui's mood was very tangled now!

Before the dance ended, Qing'an's face was not very good, and when he saw him, he looked like a snake and a scorpion, and his face was pale - he thought about it in his heart, and he probably guessed why.

In fact, this is also good.

He stroked the small gift box in his hand with gentle movements and a focused expression.

"You really don't want to go?" He asked, his tone sounding kind.

Anon looked at him and said, "It's not that he refuses..."

It's just that his gift can't be given out?But if the young master insists, he will send it off...

"Then... I'll go there reluctantly."

He walked out of Anon's room, his ears turned red, he straightened his back, and walked out with an indomitable momentum.

Young master—is this being arrogant?

Before Anon could figure it out, he heard Lin Yurui's voice coming from the door: "Just say you gave it to me, otherwise she won't want it."

Anon opened his mouth, feeling a little dizzy—no matter who gave his feelings, he couldn't give away his gift today!

He was a pet brought to Qing'an from Burma all the way, he was alive, hey, hey, he was taken up by the boss, what... what should we do?

When Qing'an met Lin Yurui, Onassis had just turned to leave, and when she turned around, she saw Lin Yurui appearing behind her like a ghost.

His face turned pale again, and his body tensed up: "What's the matter?"

She asked concisely, and the other party answered more emphatically.

"Ah."

He reached out and handed her the gift box, Qing'an's eyes fell on the gift box, she frowned slightly, and shook her head slightly: "No need."

Different ways do not conspire with each other, and the three views are different, and there is no special relationship. She doesn't want his gift.

"Sent by Anon."

When Lin Yurui said this, his expression was natural and peaceful. Whether it was Qing'an who was frowning, or Anon who was beating his chest and feet in the room, they couldn't tell that he was lying.

Qing'an froze slightly, showing a hesitant look: "Since it was given by Anon, why...he couldn't give it to me by himself?"

This sentence makes sense.

Lin Yurui lowered his eyes slightly, then raised them again, looked at her and said, "Because, I won't allow it."

That look, arrogant and natural.