The group pet is the real boss

Chapter 2 Yan Nan Armament.

Just send this message to her.

"Let me answer your question just now."

Facing the camera of the female reporter in white shirt, she opened and closed her red lips, "You don't mention Mu Yuchen and Ling Yuan, I really forgot who they are."

"As for the fiancé, our old man once pointed to my fiancés, Shen Yue, Ji Linshu, Ye Qinglan, um, and, let me think about it, there is Mu Yuchen."

"There are so many, do they all come to ask me what I think when they get married and have children, have a second child, and get married again? Please, I'm very busy, okay?"

Second marriage? ! ! !
Miss, you are offending people like this, Commander Ji, I'm afraid he won't marry you!

"Also, you guys are very unprofessional. How can you use the word dingy on a cute and invincible girl like me? It's obviously my brother who kicked me out of the country, okay?"

"As for banning me from competitions in the world, I really want to talk about it. I beat all the taekwondo queens to the ground, and still care about his banning me? I still want to inherit a fortune of hundreds of billions, OK?"

God, why is she so shameless! ! !
After Yan Qinggui finished speaking, she took off a bracelet from her wrist and handed it to the little girl, "You are so cute, just like me, I'll give you a meeting gift."

The little girl was overwhelmed with flattery, "Miss Yan, it's so expensive, I can't accept it."

The woman didn't listen to her refusal, walked around them, put on her sunglasses again, and walked out of the airport with high heels.

Those reporters turned red with jealousy, Van Cleef & Arpels just gave away the four-leaf clover so casually! ! !
An extended Lincoln business car was parked outside the airport, and an incomparably noble man got out of the car. He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, and the buttons on the sleeves were worth over ten thousand.

There was no extra expression on his indifferent face.

Looking at the woman who was also dressed in black, a glint of light flashed in her pitch-black eyes, and soon disappeared.

He took the suitcase in Yan Qingjiu's hand in three or two steps with long legs, and said with care like gold, "Get in the car."

Yan Qing paused in place, hanging the black sunglasses on her chest, "You go back first, I still have things to do."

The man followed her movements and looked at the place where the sunglasses hung. It was extremely dark, his broken hair covered his peripheral vision, and his thin lips were pursed. He didn't answer her, and got into the car directly, and Lincoln drove away.

"Asshole, I don't even take my suitcase back!"

The woman was panting from behind, her fair face flushed with blush.

The man in the car looked in the rearview mirror, with a slight smile on his indifferent face, which soon disappeared.

Lincoln drove into an ancient house, and the man entered the villa with slender steps.

At the entrance, he took off his suit, hung it on the vertical rack, bent his body slightly, and changed his shoes.

In the resplendent and resplendent front hall, Yan Daodong was sitting on the leather sofa with a cane in his hand, and asked him, "Where are you going to pick her up?"

The man was obviously very indifferent, "I have something to do."

"What about the luggage? You have to bring it back."

"She said no."

Mr. Yan was going to be pissed off by these two brothers and sisters. One cherished words like gold, and the other accepted death. What kind of dream did he pursue, and what was the result?It's still the same, returning to live under Yan Shi's wings in despair.

Yan Nanarmed didn't notice anything wrong, passed Yan Daodong and went upstairs directly, and the black figure disappeared around the corner.

The phone rang at this moment, and he looked at the caller ID with black eyes, and waited for a long time before sliding to answer, "Say."

The woman on the other end of the phone roared like a chow lion, "Yan Nanwu, you have the guts. You threw me at the airport and made me unable to get a taxi. They all laughed at me. My foot was crooked and I even fell."

The man frowned inaudibly, "It deserves it."

Then he hung up the phone, picked up the bathrobe, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

(End of this chapter)