My gentle tyrant (38)_1

In front of the XXX hotel.

A flashy sports car was parked there. It was a bright yellow, and a woman with long hair was wearing sunglasses. She was holding the business card that Xu LAN had given her the other day with two slender fingers.

"Is this the place? I think so ..."

Fu Shang mumbled to himself.

Yu Li glanced sideways at the name card in her hand, then sat obediently in the passenger's seat and played the role of a well-behaved and considerate pretty boy, with Fu min's bag in his hand.

After getting out of the car.

Soon, someone came over and respectfully parked Fu Shang's car.

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Xu LAN had been sitting in the private room for a long time. She was holding a wine glass in her hand and gently swirling it. Her fingers, which were painted with cherry-colored nail polish, were fair and beautiful.

She was wearing a lady's coat and a haute couture dress.