Lu Peipei got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
She stood in front of the mirror and looked at the ambiguous marks on her body. The corners of her lips curled up.
She drank too much last night, so her memory was not complete.
However, she vaguely remembered that men were very passionate and infatuated with her.
Although Wen Yunchen was cold and arrogant, he did not have much interaction with her in private except for work matters.
However, he still revealed his true colors when he was drunk.
He had feelings for her.
Lu Peipei was wearing a red chiffon shirt and a black A-line skirt. Her long wavy hair fell to her shoulders, and she had on a cold and exquisite makeup.
It was demonic and charming, with ten thousand kinds of amorous feelings.
She opened the door, and at the same time, the door opposite her was also opened.
Wen Yunchen, who was dressed in a suit, walked out.
