When Song Tianmo opened the door and walked in, he saw Ling Fei wearing his shirt, leaning diagonally on the sofa, revealing his slender and perfectly curved thighs.

His shirt was visibly too large for her, his shoulders were baggy, and his neckline showed a lot of skin because her bones were so small.

Song Tianmo's throat rolled.

is clearly a formal shirt, worn on her, but there is a different style, which makes people want to pounce on her and bully her.

Ling Fei raised his eyes to meet his cold black eyes for a few seconds, and blushed under his increasingly presumptuous gaze.

Bastard!

"Where are you looking?"

With a snort, she sat up straight, pulled her neckline together, and reached out to pull the hem of her clothes down as much as possible, slightly raising her delicate chin, and there was fire bursting out of her beautiful eyes, which was as bright as glass.

And her appearance, in Song Tianmo's opinion, is more and more brutal and cute.

When you are in a good mood, you don't care about some small problems.

With his long legs stretched, he sat down opposite Ling Fei, crossed his legs, and made such a simple movement, showing elegance and luxury.

"Are you hungry?"

Ling Fei was not polite to him, nodded directly, and her stomach was gurgling and screaming a few times.

Ling Fei's heart was stopped.

Song Tianmo laughed.

Rang the bell and called the breakfast service.

Soon the hotel waiter brought the meal.

Ling Fei sat in the room and didn't move, Song Tianmo got up, strode out and took it in, and put them in front of her one by one.

Ling Fei buried her head and ate it.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with him, she ate quickly, bit her small mouth, Song Tianmo sat quietly opposite, her dark and deep gaze moving between her non-stop red lips and food.

After Ling Fei finished eating, she patted her chest with satisfaction, and was about to draw a tissue to wipe her mouth.

A finger abruptly touched her face.

Ling Fei froze.

Song Tianmo didn't know when he sat beside her silently.

"You ......"

"There's something on the face."

Song Tianmo's hand was quickly taken away, a piece of bread crumbs was dipped on his fingers, he showed her, and then clapped his hands casually.

"I'll do it myself!"

Ling Fei glared at him, took advantage of the action of holding the paper, and walked away and entered the bathroom.

In front of the mirror, she washed her face again, she didn't care about no skin care products, she had good skin, and she didn't usually wipe things on her face.

When he came out, Song Tianmo was sitting on the sofa and reading documents, a thick stack, one color of English, sitting in a precarious position, with a slightly serious expression, looking like an elite in the industry.

"What happened yesterday?"

Just when Ling Fei thought that he would continue to read the documents, Song Tianmo suddenly raised his head and looked at her with burning eyes.

Yesterday's incident, Ling Fei didn't want to recall.

I don't want to talk to Song Tianmo, who is actually not too familiar.

It's just that.

Thinking of her current situation, Ling Fei sat up straight and looked at the noble man in front of her with dark eyes.

"Song Tianmo, lend me some money to use, how about I pay you back after I return to China?"

"You want to borrow money? Looking for me? Song Tianmo raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised.

"Yes, don't worry, I'll give it back to you." Ling Fei nodded vigorously, a flame of anticipation hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Song Tianmo put down the document in his hand, clasped his two hands, and gently turned the diamond ring on the little finger of his left hand with the fingers of his right hand, and spoke; "How much?"

Ling Fei hesitated slightly, and after a few breaths of silence, he resolutely stretched out his hand, and his fingers as white as jade shook lightly in front of him.