The two words that Yun Yi said were like those of a fifty-year-old, shifty-looking, crooked-looking, and crooked-looking CEO of a business who was not even as tall as green glaze, but who relied on his wealth and power to say that he wanted to have a room with a young girl.
That kind of thing was clearly not something that he should do at his age, but he relied on his wealth and power to force good women to submit to the Bald Mediterranean, beer-bellied boss.
However, when Yun Yi said this, it changed the taste.
It became a feeling that he should do it.
Although Qing Yan looked at the gourd doll every day, she naturally understood the meaning behind Yun Yi’s words. Her face blushed and she pushed Yun Yi away with her hand. She pouted and walked out of the kitchen:
“No! Then I’ll just ask sister Jian for another bottle of red wine. There’s only a small sip left. I don’t want it either!”
