ing it was made by the chef this time. Let me pretend it was made by me for now and talk to the chef about it later.Could it be that this bowl of golden egg fried rice doesn't suit the young master's..."You bastard, I'll kill you!" Su Han, who was dragged back, raised her hand to slap Zhang Coach's wretched face, but before she could even touch him, Zhang Coach grabbed her hand and pressed it down beside her head. 。"Okay, but before that, let me have some fun with you." 。Coach Zhang grabbed Su Han's hands with one hand, fixing them above her head. With his other hand, he grasped Su Han's clothes and ripped them forcefully. 。

"Rip" 。a sound 。The buttons on the leisure suit all burst open. 。"No~~~" Su Han cried out weakly, tears streaming down her face. She struggled, she twisted her body, but she still couldn't break free from Coach Zhang's grip. 。"Don't cry, this is just the beginning." 。his chair, and shook hands with Fu Shaoting once again. "My affairs are settled, farewell." 。No more lingering, turned and left 。After he left, Fu Shaoqing turned back to look at Lin Jinran who was st...