Disgust in His Heart

"I drank too much yesterday. " Leng Aotian subconsciously responded. His eyes could not help but be filled with disgust, but it was covered by the bangs on his forehead.

He felt that Qin Yuvyuv had no use at all. But if he pushed her away, his position in the Leng family would definitely drop, so he could silently endure it.

"Then now. . . " Qin Yuvyuv clenched her teeth tightly. She did not know if she should respond, nor did she know if she should forgive her cold arrogance.

"Don't worry. If this kind of thing happens again, I will definitely get out by myself. I will not make you sad. " Leng Aotian slightly raised his hands, the coldness on his face became heavier and heavier, his face full of confidence.

He had long been among the flowers. When Leng Aotian faced these things, he was naturally at ease. Now taking advantage of Qin Yuvyuv's hesitation, he directly threw himself onto her body, his fingers gently caressing her fair cheeks.