Chapter 708 Possessiveness

• The slender wrist was held by Fu Yanheng's rough palm, "I'm done with work. Let's go eat, hot pot?"
• Wen Miaomiao pulled out her wrist, smiling gently, "Accompany Miss Deng well. What I eat is not that important."
• Wen Miaomiao lowered her eyelids, bit her lip, feeling like her heart was stuffed with cotton balls, aching and wanting to cry. She couldn't pinpoint where the discomfort was coming from, she just wanted to find a corner and cry.