Liang Xingxing's throat hurt. She stood in front of him, her whole face pale and bloodless, but her eyes were angry and watery, like an abused little daughter-in-law.

Her voice was unable to speak, and she could only accuse with her eyes. Ling Zhixun was particularly handsome in the light and shadow. He combed his long bangs back and tied them up casually with a rubber band, revealing his smooth forehead and a pair of phoenix eyes.

Smiling, looking at Liang Xingxing, Ling Zhixun was a little impatient when he saw that she had not yet sat down.

He reached out and pulled her. Liang Xingxing's strength was already exhausted, so he pulled her into his arms with just a little force.

She struggled to stand up, but was hugged tightly by Ling Zhixun. How can a woman who has been hungry and tired all day resist an energetic man?

Liang Xingxing could only sit on his lap resignedly. In his messy mind, he couldn't remember where he had seen this familiar face.

Could this woman be playing hard-to-get with him? Ling Zhixun smiled contemptuously, stretched out his hand to lift her small chin, and looked at her facial features carefully.

Fatigue, hunger, and sore throat were all tormenting her. Liang Xingxing was forced to raise her head, her heart suddenly became very fragile, and she felt very wronged.

Crystal teardrops accumulated in his eyes, as if pearls would fall down in the blink of an eye. Ling Zhixun was slightly stunned.

"Are you the one who gave me the card?"

Liang Xingxing's impression of Ling Zhixun slowly emerged in his mind, the man standing in front of Starbucks and retorting provocatively.

How do you know if I can't get hard, do you want to try?...

Mary God!

Liang Xingxing finally knew what it meant to regret. She wanted to get up, but Ling Zhixun refused to let her go. He suppressed her and sat on his lap.

"Don't move or you will suffer the consequences."

After saying this, Liang Xingxing didn't dare to move anymore. She felt her butt was being pushed by something like a stick. Her face was red, she was at a loss, and her whole body was stiff.

Ling Zhixun's slender fingers brushed the side of her face, and when he saw her cowering away, her eyes slowly turned sinister.

"Why let me go?"

"Sir, I really didn't know you were the one who invited me, and I happened to be sick, didn't I? My voice became hoarse because of a cold..."

Ling Zhixun stroked her silky hair, and his affectionate behavior made it seem as if the two of them had known each other for a long time. Liang Xingxing felt his scalp numb, secretly criticizing Ling Zhixun for not following the rules and having a devilish personality.

"Is the disease better now?"

Ling Zhixun found that her coquettish look was quite cute, and he ambiguously leaned close to her ear. He said, "Would you like to try it tonight..."

Ling Zhixun grabbed Liang Xingxing's hand and touched the stick. She was so frightened that her eyes widened and she quickly withdrew her hand, her whole body jumping up reflexively.

"abnormal!"

Ling Zhixun grabbed her wrist, pulled her onto his lap with a strong force, and sneered in a voice as low as a violin.

"You pretend to be so noble, but you turn out to be a bitch that you can spend money on. Stop doing it in front of me!"

When Liang Xingxing heard this, her whole body was like a bomb with a fuse lit. She raised her arms and pushed Ling Zhixun away. Her eyes widened and she cursed angrily: "You are an out-and-out perverted scumbag.

Did I just say something unintentional? How could you treat me like this? I have seen how a man can be as stingy as you."

Ling Zhixun grabbed her chin and sneered coldly: "You are quite sharp-tongued. How old are you this year?"
Chapter completed!