My Wicked Billionaire Baby

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he documents... I know, but mar

blonde girl in a miniskirt which just wrapped her ass. She was

titled to his money. B

oked back abruptly. Her long curly hair caught the coffee cup in the pla

e shop looked

o the person on the phone: "Baby, Leon is co

me, "What are you doing! " She was an angel just now,

the cafe, who was forty-five years old, treated his employees as his personal slaves with low wages. One of his nasty habits was hitting on his female employees while on the job. Thank god, he never hit on me. Altho

nt. And I can't find other better jobs. Yesterday, I worked overtime until 2:00 am. When I arrived at the store at 8

est and said mockingly: "Sorry

ow how much? You can't afford

n chopsticks, were stained with coffee. I have never wo

: "Oh, how many times have I

oked at her deep cleavage with his eyes from time t

ced at him co

I said this impulsively whi

angrily: "

nose, perfectly structured face, and small lips. His hair was pitch black and styled neatly on his head. His shoulders cur

over, put her arms around the man's waist, kissed

person on the phone just now? In such an embarrassment, I was sti

nce entering the door. He glanced at the c

's wr

aby." The girl was about to take the

smile on his face, "It's okay, s

He said softly: "I don't know what happened ju

as the shining sun in them, as if there was also a li

and then took the man who had turne

Jim yelled at me,

the hot sun stung my eyes. I couldn't go home. The landlord would come again today to urg

iet place, and continue reading my novel. I sat on a bench and

r." She gre

wore very expe

back with a small smile.

ached our bench. They were expressionless, very cold, and s

I was easily

called