Sure enough, Cheng Yanzhi's cell phone fell into the crack of the sofa. Liang Fan took it out for him and stood in front of him, almost writing the expulsion order on his face.
A woman's falling out is as heartless as a man wearing pants and not recognizing anyone else. She just doesn't want to deal with Cheng Yanzhi now.
They often had cold wars with each other. In the past, no one cared about such fleeting emotions. But this time, for some reason, Cheng Yanzhi always felt that Liang Kuan in front of him was strange.
Even, the living room has a very familiar smell.
"What did you put on it?" He smelled it again and couldn't think of an answer for a while.
Liang Fan naturally knew what it smelled like. He looked at Cheng Yanzhi with a smile and boldly admitted: "I just found a man."
Cheng Yanzhi froze, raised his eyelashes, and the coldness reflected in his eyes was like a cold wave, which made people feel scared. When their eyes met, his thin lips gradually raised, but there was no warmth in his eyes, and he asked with scrutiny: "What did you say?
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In the blink of an eye, Liang Fan's eyes were innocent, and her round, almond-shaped eyes were filled with moisture, and she looked at him delicately: "I'm kidding you, I just put on the newly bought body lotion, and it might taste a little weird."
As she spoke, she opened her arms and put her arms around his neck, trying to let him smell her.
"I like you so much, I wouldn't want to touch anyone else."
His long and slender fingers penetrated Cheng Yanzhi's rough short hair, his breath was like blue, and his bright eyes were filled with dazzling temptation.
Seduced by the woman, a cold snort escaped from Cheng Yan's throat. He raised his hand to push away Liang Fan's limp arm and pushed away her touch.
Liang Fan suppressed the raised corners of his lips when no one was watching. He felt proud in his heart, but his face showed aggrievedness: "It's already dark, so you can stay here tonight."
Sure enough, Cheng Yanzhi was disgusted by her overtures.
"Just daydream."
The sound of the door closing at the entrance resounded throughout the corridor, and Liang Fan's eyes and brows were filled with smiles as he stood across the door.
Cheng Yanzhi believed that she was full of enthusiasm for him and would never do anything stupid like cheating on her until she reached the Yellow River. However, Liang Fan had the audacity to try everything he should and shouldn't do.
The proud look gradually faded, and Liang Fan turned around.
Zhou Jinghui stood behind her at some point. She was so frightened that she trembled and swallowed calmly.
"Let him stay the night?" He helped her tidy up the hair stuck to her temples, with gentle movements and a playful tone, "My sister is in such poor health that she only wants to find two men?"
"..."
After being in love for many years, Liang Wei rarely blushed.
Her beautiful and slender eyelashes blinked. She spoke harshly and refused to tell the truth: "It's not for you to take care of me."
Zhou Jinghui curled up the corners of his mouth lazily, with a calm face, but there seemed to be a hint of tenderness in his eyes: "Sister, you scream so nicely, why do you speak so harshly?"
She said coldly: "I don't have a brother as bad as you."
Liang Fan was still angry at his rudeness.
Zhou Jinghui didn't know how to coax, and he couldn't learn from her. He said frankly: "It's true that he didn't flirt with my sister's brother."
"..."
Liang Fan felt that he was short-sighted and his impression of the first prime minister Zhou Jinghui was terribly wrong.
He has a cold face and a hot heart, and is sullen and sinister. Now he wants to add shamelessness. He seems to be taciturn, but in fact he talks constantly and has no bottom line.
With a flushed face, Liang Fan pointed in the direction of the door, his fingertips trembling slightly with anger, "Go away, I won't keep you overnight."
"I won't stay the night." Zhou Jinghui lowered his eyes and looked indifferently, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his low and hoarse voice sounded like a thin smile: "Staying here for such a while makes me feel like I am in a whoring."
Out of anger, Liang Fan raised his hand and was about to slap him, but Zhou Jinghui quickly dodged it.
He grabbed her wrist with his backhand and rubbed her emerging blood vessels maliciously. His expression was cynical and lazy: "I made a mistake, it was my sister who prostituted me."