C792 Do You Need Me to Take a Picture

"Do you need me to take a picture of you?" Leng Shaoheng came in, waved the luxurious phone in his hand and asked.

"Second, Second Young Master, you, quickly get up..." Wen Wan pushed the person on her body and stuttered shyly. Her entire face was so red that it could drip blood.

Leng Shaoyun had thought of it. He looked at her warm body and then at his brother. Zhang Ling's hateful face