Chapter 185: Complicated and confusing: The real murderer is hiding in secret 5
Leng Zixuan said softly: "Look at you, you are still acting like a child."
Meng Ran snorted and said: "Before Xiao Xuanxuan's matter is resolved, I don't want to get involved with you in any other relationship. This is good for now."
Leng Zixuan said: "When our son's injury is healed, we will go and get the certificate. Then we will be a couple worthy of the name."
Meng Ran said: "This... I still have to think about it."
Leng Zixuan said: "What else are you thinking about? A man with such good conditions is obsessed with you. After waiting for five years, what else do you have to consider?"
Meng Ran said: "It's because you are so good that I'm worried about being robbed."
Leng Zixuan smiled and said: "Do you think someone can snatch Jackie Chan away from Lin Fengjiao's hands?"
Meng Ran said: "I don't want to be Lin Fengjiao"
Leng Zixuan said: "I'm not Jackie Chan, so you don't need to think about it at all."
Meng Ran sighed and said: "I'm worried that everything I have now will be taken away from me after I marry you."
Leng Zixuan also sighed and said, "You are being very polite if you don't cut off other people's pots. Who dares to take your pot?"
Meng Ran said helplessly: "Hasn't someone already started to take action?"
Leng Zixuan stopped talking for a long time before saying: "I will handle all this well. Anyway, I don't allow you to marry another man. Otherwise, I will kill someone myself."
Meng Ran said calmly: "Murder is illegal, even if you are the young director of the Dihao Group, there is no exception."
Leng Zixuan's voice was a little hoarse and gloomy, "Don't you think that if I lost you, I would be sadder than death?"
After listening to his words, Meng Ran suddenly felt a very warm feeling in her heart. That warm feeling made her unable to help but shed tears.
The night was still dark, and on the empty street, a tall and slender figure was wandering alone. A black car drove over and stopped beside him.
A slender hand stretched out from the car window and handed out a kraft envelope.
The hand was very white, and it was particularly dazzling under the dim light, especially the fingers, which were as slender as spring onions, and were covered with danko, which was dazzlingly red.
Her voice was also cold and ethereal, as if it was coming from the distant sky.