Slag Girl Illustrated Book

She turned her head and smiled at him, a very shallow smile, probably because from last night until now, her attitude was rare and soft, which suddenly made him feel flattered.

"Let's go."

"Go." Fan Qingtong arrived.

Her car rear-ended last night and had not been repaired, so she drove it too. Fan Qingtong led the way and went to an auto repair shop to leave the car for repairs.

"President Fan has been here recently!"

It can be seen that the boss knows Fan Qingtong very well.

"Don't talk nonsense." Fan Qingtong cursed with a smile.

"Is this a girlfriend?" After all, Ruan Xi is out of character with the pretty, and the boss thought that Fan Qingtong might get into trouble. Son of heart?

"Not a girlfriend, sister."

Fan Qingtong's attitude was very natural, and he didn't think that was a problem at all.

However, Ruan Xihe noticed that after Fan Qingtong had said this, the owner of the car repair shop looked at her with a veil of sympathy.

Gee~

"Then put your car here first, and I will take you to other places first." Fan Qingtong said.

"good."

She got in Fan Qingtong's co-pilot.

I drove a Lamborghini last night and replaced it with a Bentley today. The interior is red, the top is equipped, and the car audio is really good.

"Where are you taking me to play?"

She asked as she fastened her seat belt.

"I don't have a name?"

Fan Qingtong stopped suddenly and turned to ask her.

"Yes, I have."

"If you don't want to call me by name, you can also call brother." He said with a smile.

Brother? She just broke up with the elder brother who had been shouting for a long time. If Lu Shenyun knew that she was doing this, she would definitely chop up Fan Qingtong to feed the fish.

"Master said, call Master later." She said casually.

"Don't, it's so unfamiliar, let's call it your name." Fan Qingtong didn't get too entangled and stepped on the accelerator.

"Bronze? Your name is very low-key, why not call it King?"

Ruan Xihe didn't want to complain, but couldn't help it.

This is so embarrassing...

"Then you have to ask why my mother didn't give me a better name."

Fan Qingtong has a good temper, and he is not angry even like this.

"Then call you the little king." She just said casually.

"Why add a small print?"

"Sounds a little cute." For girls, is it so simple? How can there be so many reasons?

Fan Qingtong smiled.

"Isn't it taking me to play something different?"

Ruan Xihe stood in front of the foot massage shop, his expression cracking.