The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

Leng Jinran was stunned.

Lin Weiwei was also stunned.

Lin Weiwei didn't expect that from Lin Weiwei to Ling Weiwei, she threw herself into her arms twice in a row, and bumped into the same man, the man she least wanted to see.

"Cold... President Leng..."

The brain reacted faster than the body, Lin Weiwei coughed slightly, and said with an embarrassed expression: "I'm sorry, I left in a hurry, I didn't see clearly, I'm really sorry..."

Didn't see clearly?

Leng Jinran's face darkened even more.

This damn woman, she means, if she sees clearly that it's him, she won't rush into his arms?

Or, is there someone else she wants to throw herself into?

"Ling Weiwei..."

The voice was full of murderous intent, and Leng Jinran felt that if this was not a public place, he might stretch out his hand and strangle the hateful woman in front of him to death.

Ming Chuan, who was following Leng Jinran, was sweating.

Because of Ling Weiwei's reputation over the years, the young master doesn't even have any interest in women, but anyone who throws himself into his arms will end up miserable.

The last time he was drunk, he couldn't do anything to her, but today he ran into the gun again, the young master wants to settle the old grudges together, right?

After a while, will he help the young master to look after the situation, or will he intercede for Ling Weiwei because she is the eldest lady of the Ling family?

Looking at Leng Jinran, then at Ling Weiwei, Ming Chuan took a step back calmly.

"Mr. Leng, I really didn't mean it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

After apologizing repeatedly, her head became more and more dizzy, not wanting what happened last time to happen again, Lin Weiwei hastily turned around and planned to run away.

As soon as he moved, Leng Jinran grabbed his wrist and dragged him back.

"Ling Weiwei, if it was another man who passed by just now, what are you going to do, huh? Throw yourself into your arms, or just send him to the bed?"

"Ling Weiwei, in the name of my Leng Jinran's fiancée, can you be serious?"

The more Leng Jinran thought about it, the more she thought about those dudes in the rich and powerful families in city A, who dared not speak nonsense in front of her face, and might not know how to talk about it behind her back.

Lin Weiwei's expression changed slightly.

Of course she knew what Leng Jinran meant, but she was also very desperate, what could she do?

With a soft breath, Lin smiled slightly.

"Mr. Leng's lesson is that from today onwards, I must be self-reliant, self-reliant and self-reliant."

Talking softly, Lin Weiwei stretched out his hand to push Leng Jinran, touching his iron-hard chest, exerted all his strength, but didn't push it away, and was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Leng, how can I respect myself when you're like this?"

Asking back, Lin Weiwei tried to squeeze out between Leng Jinran and the wall.

The faint fragrance lingered at the tip of the nose, making one unable to help but want to take a deep breath, while her chest was being rubbed against by her fullness, Leng Jinran felt that the fire in her heart surged up again uncontrollably.

But the woman was like a nimble fox in the forest. After breaking away from him, she walked quickly and disappeared into the silent corridor in a few strokes.

Looking back at Ming Chuan with her head down as if there were flowers on the ground, Leng Jinran snorted coldly, "Are you still leaving?"

"Oh."

Looking up, Ming Chuan secretly exhaled and followed.

Turning around and raising her feet, she glanced at the private room, saw a table full of men, "Director Ling" overflowing, and those unscrupulous teasers, Leng Jinran couldn't help being startled.

Director Ling...

Looking at the distance where Lin Weiwei disappeared, Leng Jinran's face turned cold.