Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Sikong Lingge couldn't even imagine how Shangguan Rui would paint her face.

But in order to appease Shangguan Rui, he endured it.

I secretly rejoiced that they were in the room.

It would be embarrassing if it was outside.

Sikong Lingge secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Shangguan Rui focused his eyes, and wrote stroke by stroke on Sikong Lingge's face very seriously.

Through Shangguan Rui's deep black eyes, Sikong Linge knew that Shangguan Rui was writing on her face.

But it's hard to see exactly what words to write.

"Shangguan Rui, what are you writing on my face?"

"You'll know later." Shangguan Rui responded lightly and continued to paint.

Sikong Lingge frowned and didn't ask any more questions.

The two were silent for about a minute.

Shangguan Rui finally wrote it.

Looking at Sikong Lingge's face with a very satisfied expression.

"What the hell did you draw on my face?" Sikong Lingge sat up inexplicably, and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

next second.

The scream of Sikong Lingge resounded——

"Shangguan Rui, what did you write on my face!"

She screamed and wiped it with water.

But this kind of potion is difficult to wash off with water, and it needs to be wiped with special things.

Sikong Lingge was so angry that he rushed out.

Shangguan Rui leaned on the sofa with a relaxed look, completely ignoring Sikong Lingge's anger.

"Shangguan Rui! What do you mean by writing this on my face?" Sikong Lingge's eyes spit fire.

This bastard!

She actually wrote "I'm married, don't hook up" in Chinese, English, and Greek on her face!

Sikong Lingge was speechless!

"You think my handwriting is ugly?" Shangguan Rui raised his eyebrows and asked coldly.

"Now I'm asking you why you wrote these words on my face, not discussing with you whether your handwriting looks good or not!" This person's focus is completely wrong, and Sikong Lingge is about to spurt blood.

"So, you still think my handwriting is ugly?" Shangguan Rui frowned, thought for a while, and hooked his hands at her.

"Why?" Sikong Lingge gave him an annoyed look with a very defensive look.

Shangguan Rui didn't speak, and ticked his fingers again.

Sikong Lingge looked at the pen on the table, it was still some distance away from Shangguan Rui, so it should be impossible to get it immediately.

Even if you get it, it's useless.

Because, her face was written all over, there was no place left!

Even if Shangguan Rui got the pen again, he would have nowhere to write!

Sikong Lingge walked over angrily, and sat down, "What the hell are you crazy about? Why did you write these ghost things on my face?!"

Really pissed her off!

Originally in a good mood, I wanted to go out for a walk after breakfast.

Now that her face is painted like this, all her good moods have disappeared without a trace in an instant. How can she still have the mood to go out?

Besides, if you go out with this painted face, you will definitely be laughed to death!

Shangguan Rui, that bastard!

What the hell is he doing?

The more Sikong Linge thought about it, the more angry he became, he couldn't help but give Shangguan Rui a hard pinch.

Shangguan Rui was indifferent, picked up the bottle on the table, and wiped off the writing on Sikong's face.

Unexpectedly, Shangguan Rui would make such a sudden move, Sikong Lingge was taken aback for a moment, and after a few seconds, he came back to his senses, "Shangguan Rui, what exactly do you want to do?"

Sikong Lingge really didn't understand what Shangguan Rui was thinking.