For some reason, Song Yuan standing before Second Madam Lü seemed different from the Song Yuan of the past. He resembled a treasured sword drawn from its sheath, his entire body radiating a sharp, formidable aura. This Song Yuan reminded Second Madam Lü of the time in Qinghe Village, when Sister-in-law Zhang and the others had come to the Lü family to cause trouble.
I observed him from the corner of my eye and noticed some bruising around his right eye. It was probably a souvenir I had left on his face when I had driven him and Xia Yan out with a mop last night.
Chen Mohan froze. Why did his normal interactions with other men take on a different meaning in Young Master's eyes?
She asked herself whether she had ever had any conflict with anyone besides Mo Zhiyuan. Why was that waiter looking at her with such hatred?
Listening to Lü Xiang'er's arrangements, Lü Hong immediately calmed down. At that moment, Lü Hong suddenly realized that although he was three years older than Lü Xiang'er, he was not as composed as she was. While this made him somewhat ashamed, it also allowed him to clearly recognize his own shortcomings.
Zhang Minglang was sitting on the sofa watching television. I had no idea what movie he was watching, but everyone on it was speaking rapid English, and I could only understand the general gist.
"What's this? Did you deliberately fall down to win this young master's sympathy?" Long Linfei glanced at Gu Ling'er, a trace of indifference passing over his cold face.
If the Qin Corporation employees saw their CEO walking out of her dormitory in the middle of the night, even an idiot would know what had happened.
Not far away, the burly man riding a pig