100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 943 Su Muzhe

"Ok."

She smiled, agreed, and then confidently pushed open the door and entered.

As for Liang Yun, he stood with his hands behind his back in front of the door, his back straight, concealing his merits and fame!

The passionate noise inside the room came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone looked towards the doorway without prior arrangement.

Jin Huan smiled and tilted her head, then walked briskly toward the man in the main seat.

"Who is this?"

"do not know."

"An esper? Doesn't look like a cultivator."

There was a slight rustling and commotion below, but most of the men couldn't help but keep their eyes on the young girl.

"Little ancestor?!"

"Miss Jin Huan?!"

"!!!"

Some of those who had dealt with her were immediately shocked and stood up!

"Do you know?"

The leader of the superhumans raised an eyebrow and looked at Chen Yao with interest.

"I!"

"I don't know him." Before the other person could finish speaking, Shen Jinhuan preemptively denied it.

She remained calm and composed, while the other ability users who had taken the initiative to greet her stood awkwardly in place.

However, in a circle where strength reigns supreme, they don't feel any sense of humiliation. After all, it's as easy for the big shots to crush them as crushing an ant. As long as they're not out of their minds, the best thing they should do right now is not to try to build connections anymore.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll be right back."

The man who had been so gentle and aloof just moments before finally showed a bit of warmth and humanity. A person who doesn't smile often, when suddenly softened, is always surprising.

"Good~"

She pulled a chair over from the wall and sat down next to Zhou Yatang.

The little bear on the hoodie is so cute, it's wobbly and adorable.

He casually pulled a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket: "You guys keep going, don't worry about me~"

"Little girl, who are you?" a male cultivator asked curiously. Beauties have privileges everywhere. This was clearly a big, burly man, yet he was so gentle that he was like a clamp.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"Chief Zhou, this is not appropriate. Some things are not suitable for an ordinary person to hear."

The speaker was a female nun.

She is actually over fifty years old, but she has a knack for preserving her youthful appearance and looks like she is in her early thirties. Her ex-husband was an ordinary man who died young.

She had been single for several years, but recently someone mentioned to her that Zhou Duchang had gotten divorced.

Cultivators always have an air of superiority, and even with Zhou Yatang's status, the female cultivator still felt that she was more than a match for him. She was immediately moved and asked a matchmaker to propose marriage.

Unexpectedly, I was turned away the first three times.

The last time she went to confront him in person, the man rejected her without hesitation.

From then on, love turned to hate, and he began to see Zhou Yatang as someone whose eyes and nose were not what they seemed.

But she also paid extra attention to him. If any woman spoke more than a few words to him, she would scrutinize that person from head to toe, concluding, "Hmm, she's not as good as me!"

And then, a young and beautiful woman he knew showed up, and his sense of crisis instantly swelled up!

The moment he opened his mouth, his tone was unmistakably harsh.

"Fairy Fuqu, please, please don't talk to that young lady like that!" Chen Yao had a headache and could only offer a gentle reminder.

However, some things just can't be said too explicitly, and some people just don't know the difference!

"Director Chen, you have quite the airs of authority, daring to boss me around! And young lady, are you going to leave by yourself, or should I personally throw you out?"

"Oh!"

Before she could finish speaking, the woman was thrown away by an invisible force and slammed into the wall of the conference room! Debris tumbled and thick smoke billowed.

The vibration caused the mineral water bottle on the table to sway gently.

It took several men from their sect working together to pry the person off!

The little girl smiled and looked at the woman, whose eyes were filled with terror, whose face was covered in blood, and who was dressed in a disheveled state. She said, "Auntie, I'm a scaredy-cat and I don't like it when people raise their voices in front of me."