Doesn't she know that he will be worried if he can't see her?
Doesn't she know that he will be jealous if she is with Murong Zhi?
Ouyang Lingyun wanted to drive to the streets to look for her, but he was worried that he would miss the first moment of her return.
Pei Hua came to a Puzhou school and an expensive car drove slowly towards Ouyang Mansion.
Wearing a pair of expensive men's leather shoes with a simmering bottom, and wearing straight trousers, the gentle and elegant Murong Zhi elegantly held Xia Qingqing in the car.
Xia Qingqing, who was dressed in trousers, held Murong Zhi's arm affectionately with a sweet smile, and walked towards Ouyang Lingyun.
Seeing this situation, Ouyang Lingyun's breathing stopped for a moment. Overwhelming jealousy spread in his heart, and it took him a long time to react.
What’s going on with Qaba’s push for dredging?”
Qingqing, who was in Murongzhi's arms, asked in confusion.
"Brother, we... are getting married."
He pinched his arm and took hold of Murong Zhi's arm again, smiling sweetly.
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Ouyang Lingyun repeated in confusion, his buzzing brain finding that the 'we' in the mouth of the oil bottle had nothing to do with him.
"Yes, we, Uncle Murong and I are getting married."
Xia Qingqing smiled hypocritically, her face almost stiff with laughter.
Looking at her brother's pale face, Xia Qingqing felt pain in her bones, but she had to emphasize 'we' against her will.
Qingqing held Murong Zhi's arm tighter, as if she was looking for some kind of support, as if she was making some kind of difficult decision.
"You Ping, are you kidding? How could you marry Murong Zhi? Are you going to marry me?!"
The fee is Niao Zhen splashing and the pure Niu is completely confused.
Wasn't the oil bottle still fine when he left? Why did he become like this in just a few hours, like a reverse drama?
"That was a hasty decision that Qingqing made before she thought it through. After careful consideration, Qingqing still felt that marrying me was the wisest move."
Murong Zhi held Qingqing in his arms affectionately and answered for the girl who was trembling all over.
His interested eyes were filled with the confidence and elation of a winner.
"Qingqing, tell me, what he said is not true!"
Ouyang Lingyun wanted to pull Qingqing from Murongzhi's arms again, but Qingqing stepped back to avoid his touch.
His big palms hung awkwardly in the air, and his heart felt like it was being torn apart.
Brother Kajigan Enoka Huangzhi, I really want to marry Murong Zhi, we just went to register our marriage and the wedding will be held the day after tomorrow."
The smile was very forced.
After Yi Huannaopai finished explaining, she did not give her brother or herself a way out, even though she had no way out at all.
Yu Kagishi, I originally wanted to have more time to hold a grand wedding, but Qingqing said that I couldn’t wait that long, so I had to keep everything simple. If Ling Yun has time the day after tomorrow, he is welcome to attend our wedding."
Murong Zhi took the opportunity to echo, his words were somewhat deliberately doting, but his eyes looking at Ouyang Lingyun were quite proud.
"No, you are not allowed to marry! You are not allowed to marry anyone but me! Qingqing, haven't you already agreed to my proposal? How can you register with Murong Zhi?! How can you marry yourself off in such a hurry?!"
Long Fei Niao Zhenping roared, grabbed Qingqing's arm and brought her into his arms.
As if not giving her a chance to break free, Ouyang Lingyun's big palm pulled her very tightly, almost crushing her bones.
The pain was so painful that Qingqing couldn't help but turn her eyes red. She bit her white lips tightly and choked with sobs that she couldn't speak.
"You put on makeup? Why?"
Longfei Niao Zupu stared blankly at the oil bottle's scarlet eyes, his little face that was so smooth with foundation, so sad that he couldn't speak.
After a while, Ouyang Lingyun found his deep voice.
This little guy usually only wears makeup under special circumstances. Could it be...
"Are you injured again?"
Without waiting for Qingqing to answer, Ouyang Lingyun answered for her vigilantly, stretching out his big palm to check whether there were any palm prints on her face.
"No! I put on makeup because I'm going on a date with Uncle Murong. Women only look good to please themselves."
Qingqing hurriedly took a step away, avoiding the touch of her brother's big palm, and explained in a nonchalant manner.
But her arm was still tightly held in her brother's hand. She tried several times but still couldn't break free.
Yes, she was injured. She was severely injured by the cruel reality, and her body was completely injured.
However, she couldn't admit it, even if she died.
She put on makeup to hide her eyes that were swollen from crying and her pale cheeks without a trace of blood.
"I don't believe it! I definitely don't believe it!"
Ouyang Lingyun roared injured, refusing to believe her explanation.
What kind of woman could please her own appearance? His Qingqing was definitely not that kind of person!
They were fine this afternoon, weren't they?
"Ling Yun, calm down and let go of your hand. You're hurting my little wife."
Murong Zhi saw that Qing Qing could not break free from Ouyang Lingyun's grasp, so he dutifully protected Qing Qing back into his arms.
"What little wife? Murongzhi, what are you talking about?!"
Ouyang Lingyun grabbed Murong Zhi's collar and growled uncontrollably, feeling that the word 'little wife' coming out of Murong Zhi's mouth was really harsh.
Ouyang Lingyun really wished that he could beat out a few of his teeth so that he could no longer speak disgusting words.
"It seems that Ling Yun's memory is not very good. Qing Qing just said that we have already registered our marriage. Now Qing Qing is legally my wife, Murong Zhi. Right, Qing Qing?"
Murong Zhi opened Ouyang Lingyun's big palm and held Qingqing's small hand wearing a diamond ring to show off.
"Where is your ring? Where is the ring I put on you just this afternoon?"
Ouyang Lingyun took Qingqing's left hand from Murong Zhi's hand and asked warily.