âThen did you say let him pick me up?â
âI said the company team will come to pick up, he doesnât have to.â Freya snorted coldly, âBut what the women say is the opposite? Iâm on a business trip For two months, I said that if I donât let him come, I really wonât come, itâs too unqualified.â
âIt makes sense, why donât we break up.â Catherine said calmly, âIsnât it just a man, three things? Legs are everywhere.â
ââ¦â
Freya blinked and said nothing.
Catherine âpuchiâ smiled, âReluctant?â
She walked to her car, Catherine unlocked it.
Freya opened the door and answered bravely, âCough, there is nothing to bear, after all this is not the presidentâs son and another piece of fresh meat. it is a pity to split it up before I fall asleep.â
Catherine, who was putting her luggage in the back, gave her a very subtle look, âWant to sleep with him?â
After Freya sat up, she found that the flower in her hand was too big so she wanted to put the flower in the back seat.
As soon as she turned around, he found that there seemed to be a tall figure sitting in the back seat.
She stiffened.
Until the man stretched out his hand, revealing a handsome and elegant face with a pair of dark pupils filled with a meaningful smile, âIâll hold it for you, baby.â
ââ¦â
At that moment Freya seemed to be killed on the spot. Cathy, let her calm down and think about what she said when she got in the car just now.
It is a pity to say that he was the son of the prime minister.
He also said that if you donât sleep, you wonât sleep.
Omg, is there a thing that can turn back time.
Ah ah ah, why didnât Catherine remind her.
Is it still a sister or is it a man?
She didnât want to stay anymore.
âWhatâs the matter, baby?â Ryan tilted his head with a smile, âI havenât seen you for two months and Freya, didnât just say you wanted to sleep with me?â
Freya: â⦠â
I came to the scene of the death of a large society again.
When Catherine came in, she only saw that her little face was blushing and dripping.
She âpuchiâ a smile. No one knows Freya better than her. Usually, she and her good sisters have no scruples in private but when facing men, they are cruel to women from good families.
Freya glared at Cathy âRyan was in the car, why didnât you tell me?â
âRyan said me as he wanted to surprise you.â Catherine shrugged.
âIs this a surprise? This is a fright.â Freya wanted to cry.
âYou have to sit in the front, donât you sit in the back with me?â Ryan suddenly said with a smile, âAfter all, Iâm still like a piece of fresh meat, so donât neglect me too much otherwise itâs a pity to part with it.â
â⦠â¦.â
Freya had no face, curled up in the passenger seat, shivering and liked a hairless quail.