I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

"Ding" his cell phone rang, and he saw the message on the phone dejectedly.

He stared at Wen Wan with wide eyes, in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

He got down from the sofa and knelt facing Wen Wan without hesitation. He slapped himself twice, "The corner of my mouth. I was wrong. I was wrong. The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. Please forgive me. I was really wrong."

"Play with me, is it fun?" Wen Wan turned the electric wheelchair around and gently reminded, "Hurry up and pack your bags. If you're late, there won't be any good seats in the cell."

Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of a strange woman in the corner, half-dressed. She looked distracted and there was not a single piece of smooth skin on her body.

You can imagine what she went through.

Wen Wan felt regretful for a second, but didn't stop.

She can help for a while, but not for a lifetime; she can help this person, but not another. Everyone has his or her own destiny.

There are so many people suffering.

She believes that she cannot be the savior of the world.

I only wish that the empire will be strong and prosperous, and the country and the people will live in peace.

Even as she thought this, the seeds of charity in her heart began to sprout.

Mr. Chen collapsed to the ground, everything was over.

The half-dressed Peach Blossom Fairy rushed in front of Mr. Chen and said, "Boss, five thousand, my five thousand."

Let alone five thousand, Mr. Chen doesn’t even have five dollars.

In just two minutes, he went from being the richest man in Nanshi to the worst loser in Nanshi.

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Luxurious presidential suite at Nanhe Club.

in the bathroom.

"Throw it in."

Wen Wan stared calmly at the bathtub filled with ice and cold water, his voice clear and bright.

"Wow"

The crystal clear ice cubes and water hit the edge of the bathtub, overflowed from the bathtub and scattered on the ground, like diamonds all over the floor, dazzling and sparkling.

Chu Ci's whole body was burning hot as if it would spontaneously combust in the next second, but in an instant he was enveloped in coolness, as if he had come from hell to heaven.

Before he could sink and get lost, the air at the tip of his nose was sucked out, and water rushed into his nasal cavity, ears, and mouth.

He was almost suffocating and his hands kept flapping in the water.

His survival instinct made him sit up from the water with a sudden effort.

The water entangled him, flowing all the way down from his head, overwhelming his thick eyelashes, delicate face, and sexy Adam's apple.

He was breathing rapidly, and his wet shirt stuck to his strong chest, rising and falling with his body.

The skin under the shirt is faintly visible, with a bit of sexiness and arousal.

The low and seductive breathing sound lingered in Wen Wan's ears, and the entire bathroom was filled with an ambiguous smell.

Different from Jiang Ye’s “Water Lily” video, Chu Ci exudes a sense of arrogance in her bones, making people want to conquer her.

Wen Wan lowered her eyes, her gaze focused on his face, seeming to be there and not there.

It would be a waste of talent to have this face not as an actor but as a director.

It’s no wonder that Mr. Chen wanted to have a taste of Chu Ci, a man. Even she wanted to crush his innate arrogance when she saw him.

After a long time, Chu Ci wiped his face with his hands. His eyes were filled with lust. He was stunned for a moment before he saw the woman sitting in the wheelchair in front of him. The woman was very beautiful, and the wheelchair looked familiar.

Wen Wan raised the end of his eyebrows, his expression lazy, "Are you awake now?"

Chu Ci was only conscious for a short time. The effect of the medicine was like a flood in his body, constantly attacking his sanity.

His memory slowly returned, and everything that had just happened in the private room came back to him vividly. He was almost...

It was the woman in front of him who saved him.

His breathing was rapid, his veins bulging in his hands, tightly gripping the edge of the bathtub, suppressing the desire in his heart, "Thank you for saving me."

His voice was low, like the sound of a cello on a quiet night, low-pitched and ambiguous.

"Chu Ci's favorability +10, current favorability 10."

Wen Wan raised an eyebrow and looked at him with interest, "How are you going to thank me?"

"How do you want me to thank you?" Chu Ci's answer was sincere.

He was knocked unconscious and didn't know what happened.

But he understood that Mr. Chen was the richest man in Nan City and had connections everywhere. Wen Wan must be no ordinary person if he dared to offend Mr. Chen and rescue him.