Ending of Her Miserable Life Chapter 61

"Her? How is it possible?" The tip of her scarlet tongue licked her pink lips and then quickly retracted it. Penelope Yan lazily leaned against the decorative wall of the brand building, slender fingers gently picked it up, and squeezed to the front. Before the reporter had time to rejoice that Mr. Yan actually chose to answer his own question, the next second he was pulled up by the microphone.

"Ah~" The little reporter is a twenty-year-old intern, half-hugged by Penelope Yan with a microphone in his arms. If he raises his eyes slightly, he can see the white half of her chest exposed, and he can even imagine its smooth and soft touch. His face suddenly became hot, and his forehead became a little red.

"Yes..." He was about to step back in a panic when his hands were suddenly held in his hands.

"Dong dong dong---" My heart seemed to be beating out of my chest. I was so nervous that my nervous limbs were a little stiff. I couldn't control my movements at all, as if I was going to tilt and fall down in the next second. .

The little reporter raised his head stiffly with trembling teeth, and his breath stopped when he saw the smiling face in front of him.