MTL - Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

But that's it, Yue Tingfeng's face has nothing at all.

Yan Qingsi gave a disdainful glance at the corners of her mouth. She could bear it. She raised her feet and was ready to retract it.

Yue Tingfeng's two legs were like pliers, pinching her calf, no matter how hard she could not recover.

Not only that, he put his hand on Yan Qingsi's thigh, playing brightly—liu—gangster !!!

Yan Qing's body was shaking, what's this?

In Ta Yue's heart, she is a woman who can play with at any time.

Yan Qingsi stretched out her hand and twisted it on the back of Yue Tingfeng's hand. Yue Tingfeng's hand not only had to be lifted, but also had to go in. She went straight into her skirt.

Sitting in such a treacherous movement, it seems that Yue listening to the wind should look like a noble hold.

Yan Qingsi looked up sharply, her face cold, her eyes cold.

Suddenly, she laughed, really thinking she was shameless, did she mean nothing? Touch it if you want, I won't give you any response.

Yan Qing simply ignored him talking to the director and producer.

For Yue to listen to Feng's recognition, the more you challenge him, the more you work against him, the more he works hard, the best is to ignore him.

To others, Yan Qingsi never smiles at her smile. When she doesn't deliberately hook people, the smile is particularly contagious and beautiful, which makes people look at her intently.

Yue Tingfeng's eyes were gloomy.

The producer was very satisfied with Yan Qingsi's first impression. He drank a lot and couldn't help talking. He said to Yan Qingsi, "Ms. Yan, the eyes are pretty? Very divine, there are very few actresses in the entertainment industry Can you have glasses like this ... "

Yue Tingfeng: "Open eyes."

The producer was embarrassed and said, "The nose is very straight."

Yue Tingfeng: "Mat's."

Producer: "The chest is **** ..."

Yue Tingfeng: "Get together."

Yan Qingsi squeezed the hand of the wine glass and shivered forcefully. She really wanted to rush over to hold Yue Tingfeng's neck and yell at him: I have n’t kissed you all over my body, there is a kind of **** you waiting for .

Sister Mai couldn't listen anymore, no matter what, Yan Qingsi was her, and a smile appeared on her face: "Hehe, that general Yue is really joking."

Yue listened coldly, "I don't seem to laugh."

Bang, Yan Qingsi's wine glass is placed on the table, with a smile on her face, and looks very beautiful under the lights. In front of so many people, she said, "Is it close? Just know. "

Yue Tingfeng leaned back slightly: "Okay."

The hot pot in the center of the table was grunting, and the beef **** and vegetables were boiling inside.

No one spoke, no one dared to speak, the atmosphere was cold and stiff, only the hot pot was still hot.

The atmosphere is weird.

Sister Mai couldn't listen anymore, so she used an excuse to take Yan Qingsi out.

"Sorry, Qing Si accompanied me to the bathroom."

"Okay ..."

Yan Qingsi got up, one of her feet was still pinched by Yue Tingfeng. He refused to let go, and Yan Qingsi's body was planted towards him inertia.

Yue didn't help the wind, so Yan Qingsi was planted straight into his arms.

At this time, Yue heard the wind's hand, and took hold of Yan Qingsi's waist with a layer of clothing, and slowly capped: "Ms. Yan can't wait to be greeted?"

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