Feng Ziyan choked and looked at the little girl's smiling face, and suddenly he was half sober.

That little Fengzi scream really made his hair stand on end, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"Miss Bai Qian, I'm kidding, how can a sexy and cute little rose like you be compared to those bean sprouts."

What an unlucky thing. If she said a word behind her back, this little devil star would appear. It was such an elusive devil.

"Xiao Fengzi, if you dare to encourage my man to go out and mess around again, be careful..."[

Bai Qian has a vicious smile on her sweet face. She obviously looks like Snow White, but her personality is like Snow White's stepmother.

Feng Ziyan trembled and quickly promised: "I promise that I will definitely protect the purity of your future husband with all my strength. Okay, little devil, please let me go."

"I guess you are sensible."

Bai Qian snorted, then yawned and half-closed her eyes tiredly.

Lan Shen, who had been watching the show, had a trace of love in his eyes. He hugged her and gently rubbed her temples:

"What's wrong? Do you have a headache again?"

"Lan Shen, I did more than ten hours of drama today. It's really terrible. I'm so sleepy and want to sleep." Bai Qian muttered like a kitten and nestled in his arms.

"Okay, I'll go back to sleep with you."

Looking at the sweet person in his arms, Lan Shen's indifferent mask in front of outsiders suddenly shattered. He didn't care about the ambiguous looks from everyone and picked up Bai Qian.

He turned back to Mo Fengya and said with an apologetic smile: "Mr. Mo, I'm sorry, I have to leave first."

Mo Fengya looked at the little girl he was holding in his arms to prevent others from seeing her sleeping face. He had a strong desire to protect her because he didn't want her to be contaminated by the filthy atmosphere here.

His heart moved: "It's rare for Mr. Lan to feel so sorry for his fiancée. How can I stop you? Please do it yourself."

Lan looked at him deeply, hugged Bai Qian and left.

Ye Chuqing looked at Lan Shen's back, and for some reason she felt strong envy in her heart. She envied the little girl just now.

To be cherished so much, to be so pampered, and to have such a fiancé who holds her in the palm of his hand is so enviable.

It would be great if I had such a man to treat me.

"Ms. Ye, you don't seem very happy. Come, have a glass of juice. I just asked someone to bring it to you." The Frenchman next to him came over and thoughtfully held a glass of orange juice.
Chapter completed!