###Chapter32,The Racial Hidden in the Chest
He fixed his makeup and walked out of the bathroom. However, he was stopped by a hand. "Ugly girl, do you really want to throw yourself at me? You've pissed my fiancee off. Shouldn't you give me back?" Ye Weilan, this fellow, held his chest in one hand and leaned against the door of the bathroom with one leg crossed. He had a charming look in his eyes and looked like a demon.
Shu Qinxin rolled her eyes. Suddenly, she smiled back and said, "Okay!"
He walked quickly to the nearby dining table, took out a tissue, and spread it on the table. He took out a syringe pen from the small leather bag, sat down, and wrote three imitated Song characters one by one,"Fiancée". Then he carefully took it out and made it a small square. He got up, inserted the
