Tang Qiaoer got out of the car alone, stepped on her long legs and stood beside the railing, squinting her eyes, enjoying the evening breeze.

The man got off the car with distorted legs, his hands gracefully tied the middle buttons of his suit, and his strong body was cast in dazzling gold.

He looked at Bai Xiaoxiao waiting in the wind, and the woman in her eyes was wearing a gorgeous and dignified red dress, her almond eyes shining, and her red lips were better than fire, so beautiful that it seemed like a thick-colored oil painting hanging in the golden Versailles Palace.

I felt my thin lips pursed and I was approaching her uncontrollably.

But when she was only one step away from her, she suddenly took a step back and maintained social distance.

"Mr. Chen, you followed you all the way from the press conference and wanted to break which arm I had?" Tang Qiaoer's teeth were so beautiful that she sneered.

"Bai Xiaoxiao." Chen was shocked and called her with a cold face, and anger surged in his heart.

His eyes pretended to fall on her snow-white left arm inadvertently.

It seems that it should be fine.

"Have you brought Mr. Chen's household registration book today? Don't find it for nothing. Let's just clean up the divorce.

It's okay to be late, so I can ask Mr. Tang to ask the Civil Affairs Bureau to give a green light to special people like us." The smile in Tang Qiaoer's eyes became even more joking.

The word "divorce" has become a mockery of him that has been tried and done.

"Bai Xiaoxiao, you are very proud." Chen felt his eyes dark and approached her one step closer.

"What?" she frowned gently.
Chapter completed!