Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Outside the Ninth Branch, Ye Wangchuan had just finished dealing with his matters.

Qin Si and Bo Jingxing were also there. The three of them agreed to find a clubhouse nearby for tea.

The light floral tea had just been served and the fragrance of tea filled the air. The man was leaning against the leather couch in a lazy and casual posture and holding his cell phone as if he was reading a message.

Initially, Qin Si thought that it would be better to have a drinking game, but in the end, he was forced to drink tea with a 2-1 vote against alcohol. He had no interest in the art of tea-sipping and drank from the exquisite and small teacup like a cow. After finishing it in one gulp, he knocked the cup on the table again and waited for the tea master dressed in traditional Chinese attire to brew it for him again.

A cynical expression appeared on his handsome face as he complained impatiently, "1 say, the two of you are only f*cking in your twenties. Why do you live like old men? Isn't the Lan Pavilion great? Why do you have to come all the way here to drink tea? I don't see any difference between the tea here and the ones at my place. Aren't they just a few leaves floating in the water?"

up to the collar. His slender neck was hidden under the collar of the shirt, giving off a

if I say it? I

me when we were young, when you rode on my head and beat people up? Now, I'll give you

Jingxing's personality was quite similar to Master

easy to get along with in front of Sister Qiao, but

Bo Jingxing, who always looked like he

Beijing, everyone knew that the first person to not provoke was Master Wang, and the second person

Evil tricks!

it in one gulp in frustration. It had only been 10

sofa. His eyes moved, and as if he remembered something, he asked, "Oh

with his cell phone looked up with narrowed