Vicious Male Raising Cubs Online

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Tan Qing: "..."

After some dialogue, Rong Sheng had obviously run out of patience.

He pointed his finger in the direction of the door, and said to Tan Qing: "Black and red are indeed red, but I still hope you can make yourself red by taking the right path. No matter whose kid you are planning to use to pretend to be He Mingyu Yes, it’s best not to hype or go out and talk nonsense to reporters."

"I can just talk nonsense about your remarks today, but if you continue to talk nonsense. Ming Yu's side..."

"He's family is not as easy to talk as I am. You should understand what I said, Tan Qing?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Is sincerity no longer needed in this overly complicated world?

Tan Qing resisted the urge to faint his tail and stood up calmly.

Rong Sheng ticked a few strokes on the tablet, as if he was thinking of something again: "By the way, the drink advertisement for your breach of contract has a penalty of 600,000. Zhao Cong should have told you?"

Tan Qing grinds his teeth while looking at Rong Sheng's smooth neck.

Rong Sheng didn't hear the answer, and subconsciously raised his head.

I found that Tan Qing's eyes were as hot and eager as the women in the company who wanted to climb into his bed.

He has been playing games over the years, and the women he has lived with in an ambiguous relationship are uncountable.

Whether it's flirting or seduce, it's rare to feel as uncomfortable as it is now.

Maybe Tan Qing's eyes were too direct.

Not even a hint of shyness and shyness.

Rong Sheng's gaze wandered for a moment, and finally fell on Tan Qing's red lips.

As soon as it fell, I saw the tip of the wet tongue licking in the middle of the lips.

He was still young, but sultry.

Then I heard Tan Qing's pitiful voice: "President Rong, I really have no money."

The goal of entertainment companies is naturally money.

If every artist who broke the contract came to cry poor with the boss, then the company would not become a relief committee.

Rong Sheng tapped his fingertips on the desktop a few times and looked at Tan Qing's wet eyes, and finally aroused a meaningful smile: "There is no money... But the advertising company is very anxious with the financial reminder. How to do it?"

Tan Qing pursed her lips, and raised a finger towards Rong Sheng: "Wide, one month's grace?"

The smile at the corner of Rong Sheng's mouth was stained with the usual taste of joy.

He paused for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Zhao Cong said that you were very busy when you were a trainee. It should be the first time with Mingyu?"

Tan Qing was stunned for a second, her eyes widened suddenly when she looked at Rong Sheng.

If he understands correctly...

Tan Qing looked at Rong Sheng who was sitting on the office chair secretly.

Five senses, okay.

Physique, improvised.

Muscles, should there be?

model…

Tan Qing glanced at the big exaggerated desk blankly.

The model number is unknown.