"I've prepared a dress for you. You can change into it before going down." Song Rongshi touched a dark green dress on the sofa with her chin.

"My clothes are fine, why do I need to change them?" Lin Fanyue was confused.

"The color of your dress is the same as Lexia's." Song Rongshi said calmly, "She is my fiancée and the future wife of the CEO. I will not allow you to conflict with her dress."

"..."

After Lin Fanyue was stunned, her chest almost exploded with anger, "Ni sister, why didn't you say you don't allow me to have sex with her?"

Song Rongshi frowned upon hearing this, "You are also a lady from a famous family, but you are always full of swear words and vulgar."

"When you hired me to be the formulator, why didn't you say I was vulgar?"

Lin Fanyue sneered, "The style of my dress is different from hers. Why can't I wear it if she wears red? I really think I am the nephew of the president. Your uncle has not yet taken office. Everyone in your Song family is low-key."

He is restrained, but he has descendants like you, Song Rong, can you please stop bringing discredit to your family all the time."

After she finished speaking, she turned to leave.

Song Rong was furious: "Lin Fanyue, don't think that I don't know that you deliberately clashed with Le Xia. You just want people tonight to think that you are prettier than Le Xia, so that she will be laughed at.

She is already in a terrible state, why do you and Jiang Qingxin refuse to let her go?"

Lin Fanyue took a deep breath, fearing that she would be angry to death: "You are sick, and you have such a rich imagination. Why do you open a cosmetics company? Go and create. Am I the roundworm in Ning Lexia's belly? How do I know what she is wearing?"

"A scheming woman like you will naturally have your own methods." Song Rongshi snorted coldly.

"I'm too lazy to care about you. Anyway, let me change my clothes, unless I die." Lin Fanyue walked straight forward, not intending to communicate with this fool.

"Stop..."

The irritated Song Rong subconsciously reached out and grabbed her puff sleeves. Her dress was originally one-shoulder. When he pulled it, she walked forward, and half of the dress fell down, even the bra strap inside.

All fell out.

Song Rongshi stared dumbly at her unobstructed chest.

When she put on the dress, she had already noticed that she was very attractive, but she didn't expect to be so full of energy.

A stream of blood immediately rushed to his forehead, and Song Rongshi's handsome face instantly turned red.

"Song Rongshi, you gangster, you are still watching." Lin Fanyue screamed, subconsciously covering her chest, and hit him in the face with her other hand.

"How dare you hit me?" Song Rongshi covered her face, her peach blossom eyes widening angrily.

"You have torn off my clothes, shouldn't I hit you?" Lin Fanyue's beautiful face turned red, and she didn't know whether she was angry or embarrassed. She has never been so old.

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"Who told you not to change it?" Song Rongshi threatened, "If you don't change it, I will change it for you myself."

"Come on, change it for me." Lin Fanyue approached him angrily, "If you can, you can kill me. At worst, I'll call the police and tell you to take advantage of me. We'll make a big fuss and see who can lose face. Anyway,

I experienced something even more embarrassing three years ago."

"..."

Song Rongshi was forced back step by step by her. He was much taller than her. He glanced down at her chest and felt that his breathing was hot.

"Okay, put on your clothes quickly and get out." He ordered irritably. Sooner or later, she would drive her crazy.

After Lin Fanyue glared at him fiercely, she walked to the bathroom to straighten her dress. After a while, she poked her head out of the bathroom angrily and said, "Song Rong, pick up the bra patch for me."

Song Rong was stunned for a moment. When he saw the pink thing falling on the ground, he felt bad. "Why are you still putting this thing on the ground?"

Let him pick it up. Damn it, he can't do such a thing.


Chapter completed!