Juliana Lewis smiled at Benson Leach. "Hmm. Whatever."

When Benson Leach saw it, it was wrong, and it was obviously angry.

Benson Leach hurriedly pulled Juliana Lewis into his arms and coaxed him in a good voice: "Don't be angry with wine, I won't ask, I admit that I am jealous."

"But there is really no other meaning. Timothy Greene likes you and I have a sense of crisis. It is best that he likes you all his life, then I will have a sense of crisis all my life."

"Wine ...