"Luo..." Yi Yiling glanced at Mu Chenluo, smiled suddenly, then took his hand and motioned for him to go too. No one knew how good he was to her better than herself. If she had to get married,

, then the first choice is Luo. Another reason is that no one knows himself better than him.

Mu Chenluo raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, breathed hot air into Yi Yiling's ear, and confessed the confession that he had not said in his heart for several years: Xiaoling, I love you...I love you very much..."

"Hmph, you are not allowed to eat my wife's tofu." Qidianxuan stepped forward and pulled Mu Chenluo away from Yi Yiling, declaring that she was his property. His extremely domineering tone made people a little surprised.

Yin Su watched this interesting battle for love, and his interest suddenly surged up. He waved his hand and asked the bodyguards in black to wait outside first. He sat on the sofa nearby and watched the battle with interest...

The morning sun shines in through the transparent glass windows, and the warm sunlight spreads to every corner of the room, making people unable to help but feel happy.

Qidianxuan curled his lips, hugged Yi Yiling, and left his own saliva marks on her face. With a crisp sound, he said to Mu Chenluo as if to show off: "This is my wife.

It's not yours."

Yi Yiling took Mu Chenluo's hand again and walked out the door. She didn't want to participate in this boring farce.

Since you don’t have anyone you love, then stay with someone who loves you, and maybe they will be happy too!

Looking at the two people who were in love with each other, Qidianxuan stamped his feet and stepped forward helplessly to follow their footsteps. This time he must use a 100,000-volt light bulb and an ultra-high-definition camera to seriously prevent his wife from cheating on her.

"Pa..." Qidianxuan slapped away the hands held by the two of them, inserted himself in the middle, held Yi Yiling with one hand, and held Mu Chenluo tightly with the other. On the left was Yi Yiling, gently holding her hand.

Small hands; on the right is Mu Chenluo, squeezing his hand tightly, secretly competing.

He looked at Yi Yiling with a smile, a satisfied smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, a smile as simple as a child. Behind his back, he was competing with Mu Chenluo. They were engaged in a duel between men. Although, in this way,

Something is wrong.

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Chapter completed!