074 Ultra Luxury An Ya

  Ye Chen's devilish eyes widened in shock, and his demonic face suddenly turned black!

  Dark eyes brewed a storm.

  This damned woman, how dare she look down on him?

  Why is she always able to smile while stabbing people with a knife and hitting them right in the vital spot?

  Alright, he admitted it.

  His kissing skills are terrible. As the saying goes, "Practice makes perfect." Since he doesn't have anyone to practice with, his technique is naturally bad.

  A man being questioned about his kissing technique is as taboo as questioning his abilities in a certain place.

  Hurt one's self-esteem!

  Ye San Shao glared at her fiercely, as if he wanted to rip off the dress on her body and press her down in the car to verify his abilities.

  Cheng Anya felt a sense of crisis and cleared her throat, "Ye Zong, I'm home!"

  Ye San Shao narrowed his eyes and looked at him, unmoved, standing coldly.

  Cheng Anya's whole body stiffened.

  Can't you hear such an obvious dismissal? Ye San Shao, when did you become stupid?

  What does standing still mean?

  Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the lights upstairs, the corner of his mouth curled up, saying, "Miss Cheng, won't you have a glass of water?"

  Cheng Anya was petrified, stiffly staring at the small figure swaying upstairs...

  She soon calmed down, slowly and elegantly took out four coins from her bag, flashed a breathtakingly beautiful smile, and gently placed them in Ye Chen's hand.

  "Director Ye, go left for 20 meters, turn right, there's a small shop, please help yourself, consider it on me, goodnight, goodbye!" Cheng Anya's attitude was very high, as if asking Ye Chen to get her a bottle of water was a huge favor.

  As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't have the courage to face Ye San Shao's iron-green face, and quickly flashed into the residential area.

  Cheng Anya stepped into the elevator, panting heavily, her face as red as fire.

  Was he just extending an invitation?

  Is she still interested in her son?

  Cheng An Ya's life was a complex mix of flavors, and no matter which one it was, none of them were good for her.

  "70,000..." She gritted her teeth at her monthly salary, Cheng Anya was torn, wondering whether to quit or not.

  If she goes on like this, she will get heart disease.

  "Money is probably more important, right?" Cheng Anya touched her chest and suddenly found that RoseTear was still on her.

  She furrowed her brow and thought, it's okay, I can return it tomorrow, it won't be late.

  This thing gives her a bad feeling.

  As if it were a cursed gemstone.

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