108: 110.
Turn into a photo and stick on the wall 108: 110.
Turn into a photo and stick on the wall The man who was originally entangling An Xiaoyu saw this and slinked away, probably off to continue his womanizing elsewhere.
Shen Yufeng lowered his head and stared at the petite woman in front of him, “If I hadn’t co, how were you planning to deal with him?”
An Xiaoyu shrugged her shoulders.
“Don’t worry, if he really dared to make a move, I’d turn him into a photo and paste it on the wall!”
Hearing this, Shen Yufeng’s previously tensed face instantly blossod into a smile as he reached out his left hand and gently stroked her head.
“Not bad!
You can be taught!”
Seeing Shen Yufeng’s smile, Xiaoyu finally felt at ease after a tense day.
“Oh no, I forgot, there’s sothing important!
I still haven’t found my phone!”
Saying this, An Xiaoyu released Shen Yufeng’s arm and was about to head inside.
“Your phone is right here!”
Shen Yufeng, as if performing a magic trick, suddenly held a phone in his hand.
“Ah, how co it’s with you?” An Xiaoyu was delighted.
“When you were drinking with your friend earlier, I just happened to be nearby!
You left your phone behind, so I just took the liberty of picking it up.”
Shen Yufeng emphasized the word “just”.
An Xiaoyu didn’t believe it was just a coincidence; he was still worried about her but didn’t say it directly!
However, since she was in a good mood now, she decided not to expose his lie.
“Thank you for picking it up for !” An Xiaoyu said, reaching out to take the phone, but…
Shen Yufeng didn’t look like he was going to hand it over.
“Is that it?”
“Huh?”
An Xiaoyu blinked her eyes, wondering what else was expected.
“An Xiaoyu, there’s sothing we really need to talk about.”
Shen Yufeng looked serious, and a feeling of dread ca over An Xiaoyu, foretelling that he might not be bringing good news.
“What is it?
Go ahead!
I’m all ears!”
Shen Yufeng pulled out his phone and dialed An Xiaoyu’s number, silently waiting.
Two seconds later, Xiaoyu’s phone screen lit up, clearly displaying the na—Plague God.
At that mont, Shen Yufeng’s expression was like the calm before a storm, his lips curled up without a trace of a smile, exuding a chilling and stern aura.
At that instant, An Xiaoyu’s heart shivered.
Oh no!
He found out!
Shen Yufeng looked at her with a half-smile, his voice deep and quiet, “About this…
I’d like to hear your explanation?”
An Xiaoyu’s face fell.
“I was wrong, can’t I just correct it right now, imdiately?”
Saying this, An Xiaoyu reached out to snatch her phone, but as Shen Yufeng lifted his arm, she missed the phone and ended up in Shen Yufeng’s embrace.
In that mont, his cool fragrance enveloped her, and her heart’s rhythm was instantly thrown off.
“Change it now?
Change it to what?”
Shen Yufeng slightly bent down and whispered into her ear with a faint voice.
Xiaoyu, annoyed, thought about running into a wall, quickly pushing his chest with her hands and slipping out from his embrace.
“You are not Plague God, you are the God revered by everyone.
If I change it to God, won’t that do?”
“No!” Shen Yufeng answered decisively, “That lacks sincerity!”
“…” An Xiaoyu was stunned.
Change it to God and still it’s not sincere enough?
What exactly does he want?
Shen Yufeng lifted her chin with his hand, a roguish smile on his face.
“Given how smoothly you called ‘husband’ just now, why not change it to ‘husband’?”
After speaking, Shen Yufeng slapped the phone into An Xiaoyu’s hand.
“Change it, right now!”
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