Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

Chapter 128: She's Not a Vase

It is perfectly normal for such an upper-class socialite not to take celebrities seriously.

It's strange to be as fanatical about her as her fans.

If you have a good life and the capital, you can't accept it.

Ye Xiaoran stared at the slender hand that Qu Mengying stretched out towards her for a few seconds. It wasn't until the smile on Qu Mengying's face began to stiffen that she thought it was too bad to leave her alone like this, so

He stretched out his hand and gently held Qu Mengying's: "Hello." He said unhurriedly.[

Qu Mengying smiled sweetly again: "Xiaoran, you are so beautiful, you have such a good temperament, and you are still so young. Look, many eyes are focused on you in this scene and they refuse to go away, haha..."

As he spoke, he let go of his hand.

She wanted to praise Ye Xiaoran.

It's a pity that the horse was photographed in the wrong direction - Ye Xiaoran didn't accept this at all. Unfortunately, she and Ren Zhanyang had the same point of view on this point. Appearances are nothing, as long as a person is useful and has ability.

There, you don't have to worry about anything else.

Therefore, after Ye Xiaoran was stunned for a moment, his reaction was-immediately looked up to look for Ren Zhanyang!

Everyone is looking at her?!

It's over, it's over, this is not her purpose!

More importantly, she had an intuition that Ren Zhanyang would definitely be unhappy!

Although she didn't know the reason, her intuition told her that Ren Zhanyang would never be happy. If he was unhappy, she would be in danger...

Found it! Ye Xiaoran immediately looked back, and instantly met Ren Zhanyang's cold yet gloomy eyes.

This was obviously a sign of unhappiness. Ye Xiaoran quickly smiled at him without thinking, and pointed to the food on the table behind her without looking back. Seeing that his expression softened a little, she breathed a sigh of relief.

When she looked back, her face suddenly became stiff - what she had just pointed at was a plate of French snails?!

She has never touched such disgusting things.

Did Ren Zhanyang just ask her to eat this?

No...

She must have made a mistake.

Ye Xiaoran slowly turned around, met Qu Mengying's puzzled eyes, and smiled calmly: "Well, you are so beautiful. When a beautiful woman like you praises my appearance here, I

Well deserved."

The subtext is of course that she is not a flower vase, so do whatever you like.
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next