Chapter Ninety-Three

"Zhou Yuwen!"

Seeing this scene, Zheng Yanyan almost died of anger.

But thinking back, at this moment, Zheng Yanyan's feelings were truly indescribable. At first glance, Zhou Yuwen was actually driving a convertible sports car!?

At second glance, what was he doing!?

Well, that's pretty awkward.

The girl who asked Zhou Yuwen for his WeChat also asked him, "Who is she?"

"My girlfriend."

"Oh, so are we still adding each other on WeChat?"

"Well, if it's just to be friends..."

"Add, add, add, add your head! Zhou Yuwen, you better explain yourself right now!"

Zheng Yanyan finally reacted; damn it, he's my boyfriend!

She went straight up to Zhou Yuwen, put his head under her arm, and began to strangle his neck.

This move was sure to squeeze Zheng Yanyan's chest, but since they were boyfriend and girlfriend, they didn't care; Zhou Yuwen was fussing with Zheng Yanyan's head, saying, "No, what's there to explain?"