Bandit

"Prince of Eden Vs. Sly and Charming Deviant" Yvonne Finley, a new artist in the art industry, unexpectedly confesses her love online.
She tagged a microblog user without any personal profile with a high-profile love declaration: "Can I kiss you?"
An unexpected winner artist who has recently won a world-class gold award in the art industry.
Aside from her exceptional talent, her extraordinary beauty has won the hearts of countless fans. 
But she rose to the top of the hot search with a startling statement.
Countless fans’ dreams shattered late into the night.
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In Yvonne Finley's eyes, the main character of this topic, Oscar Baker, is dishonest, hard to hook, tough, enchanting and makes her crazy.
Other people's younger brothers are either puppies or wolves.
But him - a mad person.
Always with the laziest, crap and rebellious tone, saying the most overdue and provocative things to enrage people.
-- Sis, you surely know how to take advantage.
-- Sis, are you this crazy for me?
-- Sis, can I charge an hourly rate for a kiss?
Yvonne Finley, run out of patience, let this annoying mad person yelp at whoever it wants.
She won't be waiting for him anymore.
Later on.
When she was imprisoned, the man who used to be lazy and rebellious was now taking the stand in court, clearing all the obstacles for her.
He arrogantly came to the defendant's bench, pinched her neck across the table like a lover, and laughed in a languid and reckless manner, "Sis, how come you look... so great in this rundown state."
The whole court was dumbfounded.
Yvonne Finley: …Is it just me or is he really crazy?
All the audacity at this time?
The truth proved that he was indeed a maverick rebel. He was unmatched, right and left, and was only willing to break worldly rules for her and become her disciple.
"Two bosses, non-virtuous male and female, the male lead initially pretends"

Wild Conquest

Clearly, nobody expected Caleb Baker to carry on the conversation in that way. Daisy Lambert frowned, looking up and down at her own son, "What did you say?"


Caleb Baker sat casually, the silver watch on his wrist contrasting against his skin. The continuous, blue veins below stood out in his field of view, imparting an extra sense of masculinity, and inviting rampant speculation.


He spoke carelessly, without even bothering to lift his eyelids, "This meat."


With his right hand, he held a chopstick, poking at the stir-fried pork in the exquisite porcelain plate.


The nanny sitting next to him was silent: "..."


What you're saying really ruffles my feathers.


You haven't even eaten a single bite, young master.


I do have a chef's certificate! Every dish is tested in advance before it's served. There's no way it could be overcooked. And by the way, who overcooks their stir-fried pork?


She had no choice but to swallow this bitter pill.


Chapter 151: The Heavenly Immortal Little Mad Dog Emerges