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Seeing that she had agreed, Slim Waist Control quickly handed her the invitation.

"The time and place are on it. Big Boss, you can enter with this."

Qiao Nian asked him to put down the invitation letter. Her legs were still on the coffee table, and her posture was valiant. She lowered her eyes and replied on her cell phone.

Seeing that she was on her cell phone seriously, Slim Waist Control thought that she was sending an important message and gradually shut his mouth.

In the presidential suite of the same hotel.

Ye Wangchuan had just come out of the shower and changed into a bathrobe. His black hair hung on his forehead, dripping with water. His facial features were extremely defined, sexy and charming. Not in a hurry to blow dry his hair after coming out of the bathroom, he bent down and casually picked up a towel to put on his shoulder. He then picked up the cell phone that was charging at the side. On WeChat, the girl had already replied to his message.

It was still Qiao Nian's style.

Extremely concise.

I'm going out for dinner

What a coincidence?

did not think too much about it. He sat on the couch and lowered his head to reply to

just sent the message when there was

the shower and his voice was rather hoarse. His arm was

He saw the man on the couch and Gu San, who was making

asked impatiently, "Master Wang, do you think the people from the

was filled with green tea leaves. The water rippled and the tea leaves floated in the cup. He looked

that he saw Ye Wangchuan sitting there calmly drinking tea, he pursed his lips and turned his head. He couldn't help but say, "Aren't you curious about what the Red Alliance's Sun looks like? What kind

coming over, he went in and brewed a cup of the same green tea before bringing it to Qin Si. Hearing this, he raised his head and his

if nothing could arouse his interest. He leaned there lazily, his eyes darkening. His slender hand held the teacup, and he lowered his head to take another sip of tea. Then,

Silence.

"No, Master Wang. Don't you want to know if Sun is plump or skinny, male or female, how old he or she is,

as you think.