1003: Chapter 1027: Soone is Thinking About Her 1003: Chapter 1027: Soone is Thinking About Her Are all married won so tactless when they speak?
But in the young master’s mouth, she was clearly a pure and innocent girl who would blush at the slightest flirtation.
“Seriously, why bring him up?
He’s just fooling around with a bunch of guys right now.
Let’s talk about sothing important,” Ye Ranran did not like beating around the bush.
Furthermore, if the Song Family and the Fan Family really managed to form a marriage alliance, the first one to suffer would be the Huo Family.
Because the Song Family would definitely use the Fan Family’s hand to get rid of the Huo Family and push the Fan Family to the top position.
Of course, she wasn’t clear about the internal distribution of interests.
Hanging out with a bunch of guys, Zhou Xian wiped his sweat again.
“Whether he’s rolled in the hay or not, I don’t know; that’s their private affair.” He had just received the news not long ago, and after the system crashed, he had rushed to save the system.
It was because One was injured now, with no one to help him, so he had to fight alone.
“Then you go dig sothing up,” Ye Ranran hung up the phone.
She furrowed her brows tightly, standing on the balcony, with dark clouds pressing overhead, so dense that even the bright streetlights couldn’t penetrate.
It had been a month without sunshine, the air felt stuffy and sowhat oppressive.
Ye Ranran took a deep breath, suppressing the irritability in her heart.
Given the current situation, it was unlikely that Jun Mochan would be back anyti soon, especially since he said that in a couple of days, Huo Yi wouldn’t be able to get out.
She wondered what plan he had co up with.
But never mind that, Ye Ranran turned and walked inside, deciding to consider how to sabotage the marriage alliance between the Fan and Song families instead.
But before she could co up with a plan, soone else started to pay attention to her.
Early in the morning, after the eting, Ye Ranran noticed that her secretary was giving her strange looks.
When she pushed open the door to her office, she discovered what was strange: her desk was covered in roses—red roses.
“What’s this about?” Ye Ranran remained in the doorway, looking out.
The secretary stood up tremblingly, “Soone sent them to you.”
“Specifically for you.”
“You won’t send them back?” Ye Ranran’s gaze was sowhat cold.
She didn’t believe she couldn’t handle such a minor matter.
“It wasn’t just so ordinary flower delivery person who brought them; we couldn’t stop them.” And they also didn’t know her attitude.
“From now on, if there’s more of this, just stop them for .
If you can’t, call security,” Ye Ranran closed the door.
There was also a card on top of the roses.
Ye Ranran picked it up to read, and it contained a particularly disgusting, cheesy old-fashioned pickup line: You are my heart, you are my liver, you are three-quarters of my life.
The signature at the bottom was from Song Ze.
Ye Ranran chuckled, threw the card into the trash can, and after a couple of minutes, she picked it up again and wrote a line on it.
Then, she stepped out, tossing it onto the secretary’s desk, “If soone brings flowers again tomorrow, give this to Song Ze for .”
“Alright.”
Once the office door closed again, the secretary sneakily opened the card to see what Ye Ranran had written.
On the back, she had replied with a simple phrase: Why don’t you cut out three-quarters of your heart and liver and send them to ?
So ruthless; the secretary could almost feel the biting sharpness of the words, even through the text.
The world of the wealthy was beyond her understanding.
This matter quickly reached Jun Mochan’s ears.
His eyes narrowed, the look in them turned dangerous, yet he didn’t say much.
“Aren’t you worried?” Song Yue asked her.
Having learned that Jun Mochan was in the military, she had followed, not for any particular reason, just wanting to create so opportunities.
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