My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“Man, still a... handsome pot. ”

Yoon Zhicheng's handsome face appeared in Lu Jie's head. She laughed like a flower. "Great, Alva, can you send me his number, as your teacher, I can communicate with him. ”

“Teacher, I don't have his number, but this is his WeChat, you can add him. ”

……

Back in the apartment, Lu Jie laid down on the soft queen bed of the room and played with her cell phone, she flipped out WeChat from Alva and searched in.

The WeChat name is Yourdarling.

Yourdarling, Chinese means, your darling.

Lu Jienxin thought that this man was definitely not Yoon Zhicheng, because Yoon Zhicheng would not have such a name, and he had no time to play WeChat.

But she can talk to this man first, and then she can pick up some useful information.

Lu Jinga was a friend and the additional information was very routinely--Hello, I'm Alva's piano teacher.

A few minutes later, "Ding," the man added her, and they could talk to each other.

Lu Jin beat a yes in his heart and then sent him a text first -- hello, I'm Alva's piano teacher, Alva is a very intelligent and talented child, you have a very good eye.

She praised her hand without smiling.

Wait, wait, wait. There's no response on that end.

Lu Jing was a little embarrassed, but she kept sending---Alva had no mommy since she was a child, brought up by her father, in fact the child was pathetic.

After sending out, Lu Zheng, etc.

This time, the response from that end came soon, Lu Jing was so excited, she took a peek-- your mother's love was overflowing? You can have one yourself.

Lu Zheng first felt that this man was so rude!

She put up with it, didn't let him compare, think about Yoon Zhicheng, she can put up with anything, she keeps sending--- Oh, sir, you're kidding, I'm not married yet!

This is what she thinks about "not getting married". Women who are not getting married are more attractive to men and easier to talk about. After all, which man likes to talk to married women?

The end was quiet for a few seconds, and the echo--- Oh, yeah?

Huh...

What do you mean he's laughing?

Somehow, Lu congealed up the pink particles, because she thought of Yoon Zhicheng's evil and dangerous smile, in a popular word, which is --- I watched you pretend quietly.

Lu Jie's little face was a little red, she continued --- Don't you believe it? Actually, a lot of men pursue me, but I'm tall, I don't like it.

That end... no response.

That's embarrassing.

He's not gonna ignore her, is he?

- You really don't believe me? Why don't you and I meet and talk in person so you can see if I'm lying.

A few seconds later, the echo came back --- I'm more interested in another conversation than a meeting to give me a clearer view of you.

What does he mean?

What kind of conversation?

Lu thought about it. I don't understand. What kind of conversation would make him see her better?

Suddenly, Lu Zheng remembered a kind of chat, the kind of chat that would take off... her clothes, her little face was red, this shameless hooligan, porn ghost!

Lu Zheng didn't even think about it. He sent a direct message - FUCK - and then decisively pulled the man black.

Dropping her phone on the bed, she stared angrily at the crystal chandelier over her head, and she was so disgusted by a man!

If it wasn't for Yoon's sake, she wouldn't have suffered such a grievance.