First Lady

The wet eyes, so bright, and the aggrieved face filled him with anger, but he couldn't express it a little bit, and even the strength of his strikes was not consciously much lighter.

Lan Shan is a 'villain', very bullying.

If you catch the opportunity to "eat and sleep" tomorrow night, you will not let go.

He obviously felt that someone's aura was getting weaker, so he bit his nails, with a strong nasal voice, as if he was extremely wronged, and complained in a low voice:

"Mingye... You yell at me, it's all your fault, why did you push me last night... If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in such pain. [

It's fine if you don't apologize, but you actually yelled at me, Mingye, I hate you. "

The young master was speechless, "..."

Mingye sighed and stood up to go to the bathroom. The smell of safflower oil on her hands was washed several times with hand sanitizer to make it less pungent.

However, the delicate and smooth touch of the skin cannot be washed off.

After coming out, leaning against the door frame, looking at Lan Shan with suspicion, saw that she was sitting cross-legged on the bed, resting her chin with one hand, her dark eyes, turning around, she didn't know what she was paying attention to.

"Are you done crying?"

Lan Shan glared at him angrily, and said confidently, "I'm hungry..."

Ming Ye evoked a playful smile: "After being hungry all night, you can still cry for so long."

"You are really not gentle at all. Your wife must be very pitiful in the future."

"..."

Mingye threw Lanshan a needy look and went downstairs, and within 3 minutes, the maid brought breakfast to her bedside.

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Chu Qiao felt that Young Master Ye was in a bad mood today.

At least since he started working, no less than ten managers and executives came out of his office and wiped their cold sweat desperately, their legs were trembling.

There was also the hot little secretary who had had two nights with the young master a long time ago, and ran out of it crying in disheveled clothes.

Chu Qiao felt that today might be a difficult day, but soon it was his turn.

"Who did she meet when she went out yesterday, and who hit her leg injury."

"My lord, who are you referring to?"

"..."[

The young master gave him a cold look, and two wrinkles appeared on Chu Qiao's baby face.