"I understand. Looking forward to seeing you next ti, I’ll definitely give you a surprise. Goodbye." Ye Ranran hung up the phone.
She turned around and saw Jun Mochan. Who knows how long he had been standing there, and how much he had heard. His dark eyes were as if dipped in ink, intense and sticky in their gaze.
Ye Ranran walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist, "I’m sorry for making things difficult for you."
"Protecting madam is my duty," Jun Mochan said as he lightly embraced her.
"Help find soone, soone about my height and build, and preferably similar in appearance," Ye Ranran said.
"What for?" Jun Mochan raised an eyebrow.
"As a surprise for Fu Rong. Or do you actually want to send over there?" Ye Ranran covered her mouth and laughed.
Jun Mochan hugged her tightly, his hands like iron walls, and said viciously, "Don’t even think about it. You’re mine, and you can only be mine in this lifeti."
Ye Ranran’s eyes glistened, "The office building collapsed, what do you plan to do?"
"We’ll just build another one. At that ti, we’ll push out those spies from F country, say they were plotting a rebellion, and that’ll be that. As for the office, it’ll be in the civil affairs building."
The main building had collapsed, so another had to be chosen.
"That’s a really good idea," Ye Ranran comnted, effectively calming the public’s concerns without dragging any scandals into it.
"Naturally," Jun Mochan’s large hand wrapped around Ye Ranran’s hand.
...
Fan Family.
In the study room.
"Slap." A loud slap echoed, and Fan Er’s face swelled up.
"You’re ssing around with a waiter, don’t you feel it’s disgusting?" Fan Father looked deep and disappointed, as if hating iron for not becoming steel.
Fan Er stood with his head lowered, not daring to utter a word.
"Why aren’t you speaking? Weren’t you very talkative before?" Fan Father kicked him again.
"Dad, I don’t know how this happened. I just drank a bit too much at the ti, and then the alcohol took over. And I had just returned from a mission during that period, so..."
He was a twenty-eight-year-old man, in the pri of his youth, with a fiery temper. When he drank too much, it was unavoidable to feel irritable and itchy-hearted.
When he was a bit dizzy, under the light, he found that woman alluring, so he forcefully dragged her into the car.
Just like that, he had his way with her.
This wasn’t the first ti sothing like this happened. Each ti, it was usually settled with so money.
After all, one-night stands were very common in modern society. He had given her money, and her family was poor; she wouldn’t suffer any loss because of it.
Who would’ve thought this ti would be so bizarre, causing a ruckus that even reached the military.
Thinking about everything he’d worked hard to build potentially turning to ashes, Fan Er’s emotions couldn’t even be described as anxious.
"Even if you needed to vent, you shouldn’t have picked a waitress. Even if you had kept one outside, I wouldn’t mind. The problem is that you forced her, and of such a status. Aren’t you afraid of being disgusting?"
Fan Er lowered his head, "Dad, I won’t dare again, really. Please help this ti."
"I’d love to help you. Tell how? Once everything is found out, it’ll be ti for you to roll back ho." Fan Father slamd the desk with such force as if he wanted to split it in two.
Fan Er lowered his head, not daring to make another sound.
At this mont, the fixed phone on the desk rang, and Fan Father glared fiercely at Fan Er.
Fan Er hung his head low, not daring to move an inch.
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