Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

"Then what are you going to do?" Gu Yancheng leaned on the table beside him with his arms folded, his European-style three-dimensional facial features were as delicate as a knife carving, exuding a kind of unruly handsomeness all over his body.

This girl is not stupid, the temptation of beauty and power can be analyzed so clearly in her mind at present.

"Of course I avoid him!"

"Hiding? Why don't you just tell him clearly that although he is a bit unwilling to be rejected in his capacity, it's not enough to pester you with shameless face. After all, the noble status is there." Gu Yancheng said with a smile.

"Of course I refused! But whether I said it bluntly or euphemistically, he pretended he didn't hear it or took it as a joke. In short, it was all kinds of perfunctory transfers!" Sitting on the sofa gently, frowning, his face full of smiles. irritable.

"A master! This method is the best to deal with a stupid girl like you who is desperate for face and half pushes!" Gu Yancheng laughed without giving face.

"Get out! Tell me clearly, who wants to save face and pushes halfway?" Wen Wan jumped up in anger and ran towards him.

"I'm telling the truth! If I didn't like to use this trick, I would have taken you down!" Gu Yancheng looked serious.

Wen Wan punched him on the head, furious: "How dare you speak sarcastic words, what about conscience, friendship, and love!"

"The conscience is broken, the friendship is gone, but the love is still there!" Gu Yancheng rubbed his head and muttered.

"You still talk back, look at my scratching chicken claws!" Wen Wan smirked and opened her hands to scratch Gu Yancheng.

"Hahahaha... No! Let go... Don't... Haha... I was wrong, I was wrong..." Gu Yancheng was the most ticklish, and immediately surrendered his gun.

Wen Wan didn't play enough, she continued to grab and scratch his waist viciously, while Gu Yancheng pushed and ran, crying without tears: "Help, help..."

Just when the two were wrestling with each other, the door was pushed open and Shen Moling came striding forward, only to see Wen Wan wriggling around a handsome male waiter with his arms around her. Shout for help.

"What are you doing?" The sword eyebrows were slightly opened, and a sharp look shot at the men and women who were huddled together, and the tone was low with a strong sense of oppression.

Both Wen Wan and Gu Yancheng were taken aback, and froze on the spot in a fixed posture, slightly dumbfounded.

"Uh... help!" Gu Yancheng reacted first and cried out immediately.

Then he broke free from the gentle hug, picked up the tray at the side and gave her a hateful look.

Finally, he stomped his feet, shook his head, covered his face and wept, and choked up a lot of gentle things he couldn't understand in fluent Y dialect, and ran towards the gate while talking.

The translation is basically like this: "Help, I don't need to be adopted, please don't sexually harass me again, I just want to be a quiet and handsome male waiter! Woooooo..."

Wen Wan stood there and couldn't understand a word, so she could only look at the gate with confusion and doubts on her face.

And Shen Moling turned his head to look at the gate, and then stared at Wen Wan with sharp eagle eyes, approaching her step by step.

Seeing his intimidating aura, she couldn't help but feel guilty, and was forced to back away, until her heels touched the wall and she couldn't retreat, then she forced a smile and said: "Shen, Mr. Shen... Where have you been, why did you come back? Woolen cloth?"

"What's the matter? Are you lonely and unbearable if I'm not here?" Shen Moling's thin lips parted slightly, and the menacing aura that was full of men was particularly obvious.