Song Da stood aside expressionlessly. At the same time, there was a shallow five-finger palm print on his cheek. He actually seemed a little hopeless because he really couldn't understand what Miss Song Ying was doing.

Why did the slap come towards him in the end...

Under such circumstances, it is obviously Young Master Luo Qiu who should be more convenient...

As for the Madam and all the rouge and gouache, Song Ying had already blasted them out.

"What are you looking at!"

Seeing Song Da's aggrieved look, Song Ying glared back, "Song Da, didn't you practice some kind of Vajra Kung Fu? This beating won't hurt or itch!"

"I... I didn't practice enough on my face, Miss Sun." Song Da smiled bitterly.

"Who told you not to practice your face!"

"This will make your face stiff, and you won't have any expression at all... Okay, I'll go back and practice my face." Song Da was still defeated. He really didn't know how to deal with women.

"Okay, girl, what are you doing here?" Song Haoran looked at Song Ying with a smile, "Don't you know where this place is?"

"As a niece, I have the right to supervise your immoral private life!" Song Ying snorted and grabbed Song Haoran's ear, "You damn thing came out to have fun when I was half exhausted from work.

Having fun?!"

"Ahem...I'm going to go to the toilet."

Seeing this scene, Baishuitang stood up quite wisely, and quickly pushed the door open... Only then did Song Ying stand up suddenly, with one hand on her hips and the other poking Song Haoran's forehead, and said angrily: "You are the same at any rate.

Executive Director of Song Dynasty Group, it’s okay if you don’t go to work every day! You actually come to play with women when I’m at work! Song Haoran! Do you still have any moral integrity?”

So...why do I have to add 'during my working hours' twice?

Luo Qiu blinked, and then brought a towel that was about the same size in the ice bucket to Song Da, indicating that he could use it to apply it.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to change the genders of Master Luo Qiu and Miss Song Ying?

Song Da suddenly glanced at Luo Qiu out of curiosity.

"Is there anything else you need, Mr. Song Da?"

"No, it's nothing." Song Da shook his head, and then sighed, thinking: Strangers are like jade...

Then he glanced at Song Ying who was still pulling Song Haoran's ear, and sighed again: extremely vicious.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a young man wearing waiter clothes walked in holding a fruit plate and some drinks.

At this moment, Song Ying gave Song Haoran some face, she let go of his ears angrily, and then asked: "Do we have something?"

The waiter smiled and said: "This is what comes with the box."

"Oh, just leave it." Song Ying pointed to the table in front of her.

The waiter nodded and bent down, ready to put down the plate. However, the moment he leaned over, the young waiter suddenly raised his head with a fierce look in his eyes!

I saw a cold light pop out from under the fruit plate. It turned out that he had hidden a dagger under the tray!

The dagger stabbed straight at Song Haoran!

However, Song Haoran reacted very quickly. He clapped his hands and almost caught the dagger, "Hey, I've been waiting for you for a long time. I thought you guys would be more patient."

The waiter was suddenly startled, immediately let go of the dagger in his hand, quickly backed away, took out a pistol from the back of his waist, and pulled the trigger without saying a word.

In this box, gunshots suddenly rang out!

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Chapter completed!