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e time to see her; she has a manuscript of a novel for you," his secretary Zhang Ling inquired. Ye Feimeng paused, then said, "Let her come in."The door opened, and Han Bi entered with a small bag in...373

"Oh my God, Xueru can also sing such an energetic song." Tang Shuwen shakes his head. He thought that Chen Xueru would only sing those love songs in medium to low pitch.

Su Ran claps his hands, "Both mistresses, twist and turn some more, dance the belly-dance while singing, challenge yourselves! Dancers are lacking, I can be your partner."

Tang Shuwen laughs with a smile while Ye Feimo looks at him expressionlessly. Su Ran turns around to hide behind director Gu.

The crowd played until very late before they dispersed. Wenran had drunk some alcohol and her face was rosy, not quite drunk but her eyes were dreamy as Ye Feimo walked with her singing off-key songs all the way.

The corners of Ye Feimo’s lips lifted slightly; she seemed to be in a good mood today.

"Feimo, I want to drink milk tea," Wenran said cutely when they passed by a roadside café on their way back.

This place was not far from Anning International and was a bustling commercial street. Despite it being close to midnight, the lights were still bright and there were many people out walking around. Wenran had a hankering for milk tea. The weather at night was also getting chilly; drinking hot milk tea would feel very comforting.

"Don’t drink milk tea tonight, you can drink tomorrow," Ye Feimo said. Why is this trash girl so obsessed with it

Wenran leaned out of the window and shook her head cutely, "I want to."

Ye Feimo looked at her; there was no place for them to park here and he had no choice but to find a parking spot. He then held Wenran’s hand and walked over to buy milk tea. Wenran wore an off-white long coat with a little hat, but today the wind was quite strong and she had drunk alcohol earlier so her body felt warm. Ye Feimo pulled up the hat for her to shield her from the wind.

warmheart tossed the hat aside and said, "So silly."

"Behave yourself," Ye Feimo said, putting the hat back on her head. "Or I won't give you the milk tea."

Warmheart immediately behaved.

When they reached Wind Shelter Bay, Ye Feimo had Warmheart sit on a small bench beside them while he bought two cups of hot chocolate-flavored milk tea. Warmheart had been dozing with her head down and woke up with her eyes brightening at the sight of the milk tea.

Ye Feimo sat down too, smiled slightly, pinched her nose lightly, and said, "Drink less in the future."

"I like it, don't you also drink it" Warmheart laughed as she spoke. Ye Feimo chuckled softly, remembering that day by the river when this little fool had bought a pile of doughnuts and two cups of milk tea; he had stomach pain, and she stayed with him through half the night.

Thinking back on it now was truly heartwarming.

"What flavor is yours" Warmheart leaned over to ask. Her red lips were lustrous and alluring, with a strong aroma of milk that made Ye Feimo's eyes darken. This innocent little thing would occasionally reveal such a cute and endearing side, making him want to devour her until not even the bones remained.

"Chocolate flavor," Ye Feimo said, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I don't believe you." Warmheart pouted, leaning closer to drink his milk tea. "It's indeed chocolate-flavored."

Ye Feimo reached over with an arm, hooked her neck, and deeply kissed her lips, kissing her delicate little tongue until she was disoriented and confused. A middle-aged couple walked past them and turned back to point and whisper.

A warm murmur sounded, and Ye Feimo finally let her go. She was already in a daze, her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, and her eyes were full of spring water. Ye Feimo muttered something, smiling as he helped her up, "Let's go, we'll walk while drinking."

His gaze suddenly sharpened as he turned his head to look across the street. Sure enough, he saw a flash from a camera. Ye Feimo cursed under his breath; although he wished to announce to the world that Warming was his woman and drive all those men who coveted her into the Pacific Ocean.

However, Warming had her own considerations. She was indeed young and needed room for development. Even if he were selfish, he understood this point well regarding Warming. Spreading rumors about them together could benefit Warming's exposure; however, if seasoned media outlets dug up news of their marriage, that would be unacceptable.

This little one would not be happy.

Ye Feimo estimated the angle and concluded they wouldn't capture Warming’s face. Fortunately, he had given her a hat just now.

"There will be rumors about me tomorrow," Ye Feimo said only after getting into the car, unable to resist pecking at her lips again. Warming, who was drinking milk tea, asked, "What kind of rumor"

"Just now there were paparazzi."

"Oh..." Warming yawned cutely. Ye Feimo raised an eyebrow; did she think that was enough with just an "oh" He mentally counted to three before hearing a scream, "Ah! What did you say Paparazzi"

Ye Feimo nodded expressionlessly; good, she finally woke up from her stupor.

"They didn't get a picture of me, right" Warming asked with wide eyes. Ye Feimo replied while driving, "It's unlikely they captured your face. You have to thank that silly hat."

Warming patted her chest and sighed; she had been scared.

Leaving together with Ye Feimo indeed wasn't safe, especially on busy streets where paparazzi still lingered late at night. Nuwan tipped her hat to the dedicated paparazzi crew; it was quite a feat in such cold weather.

"Can you drive us"

"We've already lost them," Ye Feimo said, as if annoyed by how intrusive the paparazzi were these days. If he got particularly frustrated with being hounded by them, he would turn around and ram into them.

He had learned this technique from Lin Ning. On a previous occasion when he went to the airport to pick up Lin Dingyun but was accused of going there to meet Li Yuanyuan (with whom they supposedly had an affair), two paparazzi followed him all the way from the airport to downtown. It wasn't much of an issue, as Lin Ning was used to it, but that day Ye Feimo happened to be in a bad mood and made a U-turn to ram into their car, scattering the interview vehicle belonging to Greenlight Group everywhere. His skills were quite impressive; none of the three reporters inside were seriously injured.

The traffic accident brought police officers to the scene. Lin Ning, who was driving a yellow Ferrari that day, demanded compensation from them for damaging their car because his bumper had been scratched. To avoid further trouble, Greenlight Group settled with a large sum of money.

Afterward, no one dared to follow Director Lin around in an interview vehicle anymore; he was too fierce and nobody wanted to provoke him.

This tactic was well-learned by Ye Feimo, Tang Shuwen, and others. Therefore, generally speaking, entertainment reporters didn't dare to chase them with their cars for news; getting into a wreck wasn't the worst-case scenario—losing one's life would be far worse.

"The paparazzi are so annoying now. Do they even leave any personal space" Nuwan bit her lip in frustration, this being yet another price public figures had to pay. "It's all your fault, you big jerk; the news value of men like you is higher than that of male stars. From now on, I won't come out with you anymore."

"If back when you were in middle school, you'd kept a closer eye and seen me, then I wouldn't be as famous as today," Ye Feimo had his own logic. If Nuwan had followed him back then, he might have turned out to be an exact replica of her brother—how devoted could one person be

But at the time, little Nuwan was too young; it wasn't certain that he would even have taken an interest in her.e of the best. She definitely had the style of a boxing king, so their fight on the deck was intense, with both parties trading blows back and forth. When the man trapped her hands in front of his che...