"Let me show you whether your future husband is sincere to you..."
Su Qingyang said, twitching the corners of her mouth, and walked to the computer leisurely.
Chu Yiyi gave him a cold look, and Qiao Zimo hugged her tightly. The warmth of the two of them was transmitted to each other, dispelling the chill in the room...
"Su Qingyang, what are your plans? Since you want Xin'er to marry into the Xiahou family, why don't you let us go back?"
Qiao Zimo looked pained. This Su Qingyang first used such despicable means to make him and Xiahou Qiyang look embarrassed, and now imprisoned them here, and even said that he wanted his good sister to marry Xiahou Qiyang...
What the hell is he playing?!
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"It's not your turn to question what I do! Alas, I don't know if Xiahou Qiyang is sincere or fake. He is still wandering around the hospital leisurely at this time. It seems that he doesn't want to marry you..."
Su Qingyang laughed while slowly moving her body away from the computer screen...
The figure of Xiahou Qiyang slowly appeared on the screen. He was walking anxiously on the corridor of the hospital...
Chu Yiyi and Qiao Zimo's eyes widened in shock, and they moved forward to see what happened...
Su Qingyang walked over like a ghost and blocked the screen tightly.
"Oh, it seems he is pretending to be ill. Yiyi, you should know by now that he doesn't love you anymore?"
The curve of the corners of Su Qingyang's lips rose again, like a winner showing off his trophies...
Chu Yiyi pursed her lips. She didn't know whether Xiahou Qiyang loved her or not. So what if he didn't love her? So what if he loved her?
From the beginning, there was no result between them...
"Su Qingyang, have you played enough games? Let us go back when we are done!!"
"No, no, no, you can't go back yet. Although he doesn't love you, I said that if I want to help you achieve your wish, I must help you to the end..."
Su Qingyang turned around, put her hands back on the table, and looked at Chu Yiyi with a smile.
"Wish? What wish? Xin'er, have you always wanted to marry Qi Yang?"
A hint of pain flashed between Qiao Zimo's eyebrows.