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Chapter 2141
“Yes, he is getting married, but we didn’t have a wedding drink, because he won’t invite us, he didn’t tell us.”
Meow meow meow
One person, one cat talking in the presidential suite.
At this time, there was a “jingle”, and the doorbell of the room suddenly rang.
Someone is knocking on the door.
who is it?
Tabatha stood up. She came to the door and opened it. Outside the door stood a tall and straight body, Allan.
She didn’t expect that he would come here so late, her slender fingers curled slightly, and her dark and clear apricot eyes looked over, “Why are you here?”
Allan’s gaze fell on her little face, and then he drew a shallow arc of thin lips, and asked, “Why can’t I come?”
“It’s late now. You are not afraid of your bride-to-be jealous when you come to see me? I think she will be jealous.”
“Heh,” He laughed in a low voice, “Do you think…I came to find you to do something?”
She immediately raised her eyebrows, “It’s late, I’m going to bed, goodbye.”
She reached out and closed the door.
However, Allan hit his knee and directly pressed the door. His whole body was full of strength, and the strong force from his knees easily prevented her from closing the door.
She looked up, a little angry, “Allan, what are you doing? You ran to me in the middle of the night. Not only did you talk strangely, but you also wanted to go crazy?”
He looked at her small face. She was only 19 years old. Her face was white and tender and full of collagen. She had just taken a bath. She was very fragrant. Her long, half-wet, and half-dry hair was hanging down, a few strands wrapped around her pink neck. Here, no matter how you look at her, it feels alive and fragrant.
“Who is the boy in the picture?” He asked in a low voice.
What boy?
After realizing it, she remembered the few photos that Mr. Xiao had found. She had nothing to do with the boy above.
There used to be a competition in the school. She and the boy were selected. They walked on the campus to discuss learning, and also went outside to participate in competitions. At that time, all the teachers and students lived in the same hotel.
Those photos were purely chaotic. She has never been in love since he grew up, and she has never been held by a boy.
Now Allan didn’t laugh anymore, his dark eyes stared at her, as if he was interrogating his prisoner.
She wasn’t happy anymore. She didn’t even ask him about Monica. Instead, he preemptively asked about the boy.
“This is my personal matter, it has nothing to do with you!”
laugh
Allan sneered lazily with both hands in his trouser pockets, “Tabatha, so you like that type, is he full of hair?”
what?
What is he saying?
How could such a…vulgar word come out of his mouth?
She really shouldn’t have any hope for him, he is a gangster, he is originally such a person.
“Allan, I like him or not what does it matter to you, what are you doing so leniently?”
Did she admit it?
Allan’s handsome eyebrows were covered with frost, and he couldn’t help but sneer, “I asked you to stay last night. You pretended to be a v!rgin. As a girl, I thought you had never had a m*n before. Opened a room with a man!”
Tabatha’s small face instantly turned red and white, “Allan, you are a ba5tard!”
She raised her hand and slapped his handsome face.
His narrow eyes were squinted. Is she addicted to fighting?
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