After going bankrupt and racking up tens of millions of dollars in debt, Shang Zhi rented a shared apartment with his equally depressed "cold ex-fiancé" Qi Jin.
I thought that this noble and ascetic prince hated him extremely, until Shang Zhi could see the pink barrage above his head——
Shang Zhi deliberately mischief and handed him the leftover apple.
Qi Jin's face was expressionless and his voice was cold: "I won't eat leftovers..."
The barrage on the top of my head was flooding the screen like crazy: [Ah ah ah indirect kiss! My wife fed me! She has me in her heart! I want to get the pulp out of this apple core!
For the mission, Shang Zhi deliberately wore a small suspender and dangled in front of him.
Qi Jin didn't squint his eyes, and said in a hoarse and restrained voice: "Miss Shang, respect yourself."
The barrage above his head was so anxious that he smoked: [Don't look! I'm going to have a nosebleed! But my wife's waist is so thin... I'm not sure, just take another look, just one look!
Shangzhi:?
It turns out that you, this cold and cold Buddha, are secretly a dank puppy full of trash?
Later, Shang Zhi had enough, and was about to take the money and run away, but he was pinned down on the narrow bed by the red-eyed man.
Qi Jin's voice was pleading, but the barrage above his head was full of scarlet:
[Run? Lock up. You are mine, and you must die in my arms.
