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

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed Jiang Ce's injured thigh and pinched the wound hard.

"what--!"

Jiang Ce screamed in pain, his entire face twisted, "What are you doing! Let go! It hurts so much!"

Jiang Zhuo remained unmoved and stared at him coldly.

"You must remember this kind of pain well, because next time you won't be so lucky."

at the same time.

Zhaoshan Academy.

The restaurant light shone on the small silver spoon, giving off a silver glow.

The small spoon scraped the surface of the delicate little cake, leaving a small gap.

The sweet but not greasy taste challenges Wen Wan's taste buds.

She held a small spoon in one hand and opened the address book on her mobile phone with the other.

His fingertips slid across the screen, finally stopping on Jiang Ye's name.

Press the dial button, turn on the speakerphone, and put the phone aside.

"Beep-beep-"

The phone rang only twice before someone picked up immediately.

"elder sister."

Jiang Ye's voice came from the receiver, as sweet as always.

Wen Wan heard the lively background noise coming from the phone, "Are you still busy?"

"Not really busy, just socializing." Jiang Ye answered lightly, then asked, "Sister, what do you want me to do? Tell me."

"How are Mei Yang's recent sales figures?" Wen Wan asked as she gently poked the cake with a small spoon.

Jiang Ye pushed open the balcony door of the entertainment box, walked out, and closed the door, isolating the noisy sounds outside.

He then replied: "The data is very good, and we have received a lot of positive feedback from customers, especially Yan Langyue's live broadcast room, which has very impressive sales."

He paused and added.

"I'm also thinking about giving my sister a detailed data report at the beginning of next month."

Just then, there was a "ding" sound from the elevator at home.

Wen Wan looked up and said to Jiang Ye on the phone slowly, "Then you go ahead and do your work. I'll wait for your data report."

"Okay, sister, you should rest early."

"Ah."

Wen Wan hung up the phone slowly and turned his gaze to the dining table.

Luo Mingchuan had already walked over and glanced down at the small cake on the table that had been dug into and was somewhat "unrecognizable".

A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

He leaned down, moved closer to Wen Wan, and gently brushed the corner of her mouth with his slender fingertips.

"You're so careless that your mouth is full of it." His voice was low and a little doting.

Wen Wan's lips felt like they were electrocuted, and the places he touched felt slightly hot.

She raised her eyes, staring at the face so close to her, lifted his chin with her slender fingers, and then kissed the corner of his mouth.

When their lips parted, Luo Mingchuan's expression was still full of desire.

He gently touched the corner of his own mouth with the fingers that had touched Wen Wan's lips.

The smile spread across her lips like melted honey.

"So the master likes this."

Luo Mingchuan chuckled softly, picked up a piece of cream the size of a peanut kernel with his fingers, and spread it on Wen Wan's mouth.

Without waiting for her reaction, he lowered his head and kissed her, "So sweet."

Luo Mingchuan took a sip, as if treating Wen Wan's lips as the most tempting dessert, savoring them carefully and indulging in them.

For a moment, the two people's breathing was disordered, and their hot and humid breath hit each other's faces, intertwining with each other, and the air was filled with an ambiguous temperature.

“How sweet?”

Just as the two of them were immersed in each other's warmth, a playful question suddenly came from their ears.

Wen Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

Jiang Huai appeared at the dining table at some point, with his arms folded across his chest and his legs slightly bent, leaning against the edge of the table.

He stretched his neck and looked at the two of them with a curious look on his face.

Luo Mingchuan's face was filled with gloom. He stretched out his hand to push away his approaching face and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Huai was pushed away, his palms resting on the table, a cool smile on his lips.

The spotlight on the dining table shone on his black earrings, reflecting a cold light that made people's scalps tingle.

Jiang Huai lazily leaned on the table, as if he had found a very comfortable position, and slowly said, "I'm passing by."

Luo Mingchuan frowned, obviously not believing what he said.