Sorry, my hands are itchy

She didn't expect Jiang Yuanyuan to be so fast! Furthermore, it was fast, accurate, and ruthless! Any deeper, and her hand would probably be crippled.

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry, my hands are itchy!" Jiang Yuanyuan looked at him and asked with a smile.

She could never tolerate this kind of woman who wanted to be a mistress!

Jiang Yuanyuan's patience was worn out after listening to the other party's nonsense for so long.

"Roly Poly." Zhou Yuncheng came back from grinding coffee and happened to see that woman trying to push Jiang Yuanyuan, but he didn't expect her to be too smart for her own good!

Jiang Yuanyuan shook her head and played with the scissors.

"You're going to sign with this kind of trash? What insight? Are you blind?" Jiang Yuanyuan shrugged her shoulders, took the coffee from Zhou Yuncheng, and took a sip.

"I don't think I can drink coffee when I'm pregnant." After she took a sip, she handed it to Zhou Yun Cheng.