Overlord vying to be my stepfather

Chapter 11 Will I Be Killed by the Big Bun?

It was already late when Song Ranran woke up.

Song Ranran turned her head and saw the little bun lying beside her. He was sleeping peacefully on the bed with his eyes closed, his appearance was white and tender, his round eyes could not be seen, only his long eyelashes.

His small chest rose and fell, and there was curled hair on the forehead, which was raised up playfully.

Song Ranran couldn't help laughing silently.

When he was awake, he was like a jellybean, which was soft when she squeezed it, but when he fell asleep, he looked more like a kitten under the warm sun, a small ball, special... wanting to be trampled on him a handful.

Amused by her own thought, Song Ranran raised her forehead.

Is she that perverted?

Doesn't Xiao Baozi just look more well-behaved and softer? What should I do, she seems to feel that she wants to ravage him more?
Song Ranran shook her head vigorously.

She told the little bun a story, and she fell asleep with the little bun while she was telling it.

Now that Song Ranran wakes up, it's hard for her to stay, and she was brought into this villa by the little bun without the owner's permission, so she has to leave quickly.

As for the little bun sleeping in front of him
Song Ranran gently curled her fingers and scraped his pink cheeks. They probably won't have the chance to meet again after today.

Song Ranran gently got off Xiaobaozi's bed.

She patted her face, called the door and walked out.

The area of ​​the villa is very large, the corridor is very long, and it is empty when walking on it. There are many famous paintings hanging on the wall beside the corridor.

Song Ranran saw how expensive they were, so such expensive paintings were hung up casually like this, who is the owner of this villa?

She was inevitably a little surprised.

No matter who the owner of the villa is, she is someone she can't afford.

Seeing the stairs going down, Song Ranran went down.

As soon as Song Ranran took a step, she saw a man sitting on the sofa downstairs.

The man was wearing a custom-made suit, holding a newspaper in one hand, and resting the other on his folded legs. When he saw a figure from behind, he rushed towards him with his unique icy aura.

Song Ranran swallowed.

She looked at him again.

The light in the living room shone down from above his head, enveloping his sculpture-like three-dimensional facial features in a world of abstinence.

The suit jacket was unbuttoned, revealing the white shirt underneath, which was buttoned to the top meticulously.

Song Ranran was fascinated by it for a moment.

Suddenly, the man put down the newspaper, and he turned to Song Ranran who was standing upstairs.

His eyes are dark in color, as bottomless as the pitch-black deep sea, his nose is high and straight, with extreme lines, and his lips are very thin, which is also sexy at the same time.

The man looked at Song Ranran with a penetrating gaze as if that of a hunter catching his prey.

Song Ranran stared blankly at the man.

he he he he
She seems to know?
Not as if!Song Ranran did know her!

She can see him from various financial magazines and TV every day, isn't he the fourth master of the Lu family Lu Yunting in Beijing!

I rely on!

Could it be that he is Xiaoguai's father?

Don't those magazines say that he is ascetic and never has a woman around him?Why is he already a father!

Then she who knows the news, will...will she be silenced!
Song Ranran doesn't want to die, she hasn't lived enough yet!

Song Ranran restrained the tension in her heart, she walked down quickly, and explained to the man with the desire to survive, "I met Xiaoguai outside and saw that he was alone, so I sent him back, but I was telling him Accidentally fell asleep during the story"

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