作者: Filthy 機械翻訳
Ling Jue's lips curled into a smile when she saw this. She typed a few words on the screen with her slender fingers. "You took this? "
On the other end, she replied instantly, "Yes, is the angle good? My photography skills are pretty good, right? "
When she scrolled through her Weibo just now, she realized that the trending topic was that girls liked men who knew how to take photos.
How was his photo taken?
Feng Yulin's Wechat name was only in English. His Wechat profile picture was like a blue sky.
2Ling Jue's Wechat name was also only in English. Her Wechat profile picture was a hand with a red string wrapped around it. The black background looked a little dark.
2Ling Jue did not appreciate the photo-taking technique. She asked teasingly, "Are you still alive?"
2She looked at the picture. It seemed like the person walking with An Ren was the president of Country F.
2She wondered what An Ren's expression would be like when he accompanied the president of Country F to the military parade and was drenched in bird poop.
2This person was really naughty!
2Feng Yulin said, "What can An Ren do to me? I've already said it before. If you become my man, you can do whatever you want to the Yun nation. Do you want to consider becoming my underling?"
2He did not finish his sentence. He just thought of some scenes and curled his lips.
Ling Jue saw his message and chuckled. "Then you can become my man."
2It was impossible for her to be his subordinate, but it was acceptable for him to be her subordinate.
2When Feng Yulin saw this message, the military parade had already ended. His people quickly went up to shake hands with the president, and An Ren was brought to deal with the things in his hair.
2Feng Yulin was in a good mood. He sat on the sofa and chatted. "Alright, you're mine, and I'm yours."
2Ling Jue felt that his words were a little strange. She explained, "What I mean is that you become Lord Jue's subordinate."
2The person on the other end replied almost instantly. "No problem."
2Seeing that the person on the other end agreed so readily, Ling Jue sent three dots over. "..."
2Feng Yulin's gaze stopped at the word 'Lord Jue' in the previous message. His eyes dimmed slightly as he thought of the man at the casino the last time.
The man's name was Ling Jue.
2However, the man was clearly much taller than Ling Jue, and his face was much more mature. He looked like Ling Jue who had grown up...
2The corner of his lips curled up into a smile, as if many things were as he had guessed, such as the little thing and Ling Jue.
However, he still wanted to tease him. Feng Yulin replied with a few words, "Lord Jue? Ling Jue? I think I found something amazing."
2Ling Jue suddenly felt that something was wrong. When they fought at the casino, Feng Yulin must have found out about that identity and knew that escaping was not the way to solve the problem. She replied with a questioning expression, "What Ling Jue?"
2Feng Yulin knew that he would quibble, so he continued to ask, "What do you think? What Ling Jue? We had a fight at the casino last time, right?"
2"I have no idea what you're talking about, hehe."
2Ling Jue frowned. Why did her intuition tell her that Feng Yulin seemed to know a lot about her?
2Feng Yulin saw his chuckle and leaned back on the sofa with a lazy expression. He did not continue to ask Ling Jue and Ling Jue any more questions. Instead, he typed a few words and sent it over. "Hehe, you can't use it carelessly."
2Anyway, he had already gotten the answer he wanted. It was up to the person on the opposite side to continue playing, so he decided to play along with him.
2This was the last time she would ask for votes this week. Come, come, come, help me clean up the mess again