"Old Zhao, do you still have slippers at home?"

"Yes, but it's a one-time thing."

Although this house is Su Mingzhe and Tan Xiaojing's secret 'love nest', it is also equipped with some things that guests need.

Su Mingzhe found a pair of disposable slippers and handed them to Lan Yingying.

Lan Yingying took off her sneakers and put them on.

Only then did Su Mingzhe notice that Lan Yingying's feet were particularly exquisite and slender, and he couldn't help but asked in surprise:

"Lan Yingying, what size shoes do you wear?"

"34's."

Lan Yingying is not short in height, standing at 1.66 meters, and her figure is plump and round. Her long legs are round, straight and slim.

Such a big beauty, but she has a pair of size 34 feet?!

Su Mingzhe couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Those little feet are really too small and don't match Lan Yingying's plump and round figure.

Lan Yingying hangs out in the student union all year round and often interacts with some boys. She also knows that some men have special hobbies.

At this moment, seeing the man unable to move his eyes, Lan Yingying was ashamed and angry: If she had known that the man had such a bad problem, she wouldn't have worked so hard to pursue him in the past six months.

Lan Yingying, who felt confident in her heart, walked arrogantly in front of the man, and her voice became much louder:

"Old Zhao, I heard that you gave this house to Tan Xiaojing. Is it true?"

"It's true. I'll give you a set as well. Do you want it?"

As Su Mingzhe spoke, he stood behind the woman, put his hands around her waist, slowly unzipped the sportswear, and then reached into the T-shirt.

"I don't want a house, I want you!"

Lan Yingying is not Tan Xiaojing.

She has been chasing Su Mingzhe for more than half a year to be her wife, not to be a mistress.

Besides, although her family is not as rich as the men, they are not short of money either.

Su Mingzhe saw the sharpness in the woman's eyes and couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows:

"I can't give you the position of the main wife. If you really want to marry me, you can only get a fake one."

"snort……"

Lan Yingying wanted to snort coldly, but for some reason, her voice became more charming and elongated, and it didn't stop for a long time.

Because he had to volunteer the next day, Su Mingzhe tried his best to stop Lan Yingying from being too tired.

After Lan Yingying fell asleep, Su Mingzhe returned to the Shanghai stock market.

Tonight, four girls from Zheng Wei's dormitory gathered for dinner.

When Su Mingzhe arrived in a hurry, there were already several empty bottles on the table.

At a long table, Ruan Guan and Zheng Wei sat together, and Zhu Xiaobei and Li Weijuan sat together.

Zhu Xiaobei drank the most and drank the most. His face had turned red. When he saw Su Mingzhe arriving, he stretched out his hands for a hug:

"Lao Su, you're here, give me a hug..."

"Xiao Bei drank too much."

Ruan Guan quickly reached out and grabbed her excited roommate. As the smartest and calmest woman in the dormitory, she had long known that Zhu Xiaobei was interested in and had thoughts about Su Mingzhe.

Now Zhu Xiaobei drank a little too much. Ruan Guan was afraid that this tomboy would say something that he shouldn't say, so he pressed her on the chair, pulled out a new chair, and sat next to him, with Li Weijuan on the left and right.

Sandwich Zhu Xiaobei in the middle and don't give her a chance to get drunk and go crazy.

Zheng Wei didn't care. She asked the man to sit in Ruan Wan's seat before asking:

"Husband, didn't you get off the plane at around four o'clock in the afternoon? Why did you come here now?"

"Something happened at the company temporarily. I went back to the company to deal with it."

Su Mingzhe put his arms around Zheng Wei's slim waist, and then apologized to the beauties.

No need to talk nonsense!

Tons tons tons——
Chapter completed!