Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Ye Qingqiu smiled, "But I'm still about to die of poverty."

The expression on Xiao Gao's face froze slightly, then he shook his head helplessly.

This woman, sometimes she is really delicate when she frowns and smiles, but she is also really this kind of delicate, always tickling the hearts of people who are seduced for a moment, but in the next second, she seems to be a different person. The alienation brought about by this kind of coldness and delicacy makes people feel that the person they saw last second is their illusion.

I don't know where the delicate and delicate air in her body comes from. If that's the case, it's impossible for her to come here to be the hostess.

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In the unnamed box on the second floor, Bao Jingchuan and Shen Fanxing were the last to arrive.

After entering, I realized that some of the people in the box were somewhat familiar.

When I went out with Bao Jingchuan last time, I met them, but there were also a few unfamiliar faces. Although I didn't know them privately, they all met once in the big scene.

They are all rich and powerful families in Pingcheng, serious dignitaries.

There was only a little girl in the box, and considering the tone of the chat in the group, she seemed to be the student named Shang Qiqi.

She has black hair without any chemical agents, and is neatly tied into a ponytail behind her back. Her small face is fair and tender, and her big eyes are full of innocence and a bit of restless cunning and wildness.

The other men were tall and handsome, with different temperaments, and they were filled with a kind of pampered dignity.

Seeing them coming, the calm and indifferent ones just greeted them lightly, while the unruly ones surrounded Shen Fanxing and Bao Jingchuan with various surprises and researches on her.

Naturally, Shen Fanxing had never experienced this kind of battle, so he was a little powerless to deal with it.

Fortunately, Bao Jingchuan was by her side, and with a cold look, several people were pushed back from her side.

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After Shen Fanxing and Bao Jingchuan sat down, they looked at the corner of the sofa facing the door.

Li Ting sat there quietly, with a pair of slender and straight long legs wrapped under the suit pants elegantly and calmly overlapping, the black suit jacket was opened, revealing the black expensive shirt inside.

A slender cigarette was held between her pretty fingers, and between hesitating and puffing, that handsome and serene face loomed in the curling smoke, and a pair of narrow, dark eyes were deep and bottomless, revealing a gloomy and Cold breath.

He looked neither angry nor happy, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Shen Fanxing pursed her lips, feeling baffled by the worry in her heart.

She had thought about caring about people other than Xu Qingzhi.

She never wanted to make herself an emotional person.

The concern for Ye Qingqiu made her uncomfortable.

Suddenly returning to his senses, he exhaled lightly, turned his head to look at Bao Jingchuan, only to see an extra cigarette in his hand at some point.

Shen Fanxing was a little surprised. In her opinion, Bao Jingchuan was not a drug addict.

He can drink wine, but he has never been seen drinking too much.

Cigarettes, she has never seen him touch them, even at home, he has never seen the shadow of a cigarette case.

But I didn't expect that he could smoke too.

Bao Jingchuan noticed her eyes, glanced at the cigarette on his finger, moved closer to her, and his deep voice rang clearly in her ears.

"mind?"

Shen Fanxing looked around the box, front and back, almost everyone had a cigarette in their hand.

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