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chapter51 weekend

"Coco, what's wrong with you?" Situ Longhao lit a cigarette in his hand and looked at the woman he loved so much in front of him. She had never been so unsure of herself. A woman who was many times more beautiful and hundreds of times more attractive than Ling Xiaoran.

I have appeared by his side before, but I have never seen Su Dafei care about everything like this.

Moreover, she came up with this plan. What is going on now?

"I'm sorry, I just have a bit of a taste, I promise I won't do it next time!"

Seeing that there was something wrong with the expression on Situ Longhao's face, Su Dafei immediately walked over and circled Situ Longhao's neck, and pressed a kiss on Situ Longhao's lips.

"Be good, I still have a lot of work to deal with. If you bear with me a few months will pass quickly!"

"Then I'm leaving! Think of me all the time!" Su Dafei pressed another kiss on Situ Longhao's thin lips, then threw all the dishes on the table into the trash can aside, and then stepped on

Wearing high-heeled shoes, he walked out through another door, which led directly to Situ Longhao's exclusive elevator.

Situ Longhao's eyes only stopped at the vegetables in the trash can for a second, then he looked away and began to concentrate on his work.

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Just as the engine of Situ Longhao's car was turned off, he heard the door open, and Ling Xiaoran's sweet smiling face appeared at the door.

"Husband, you are back!"

He diligently took the briefcase from Situ Longhao's hand, and then walked home with Situ Longhao on his arm. A delicious dinner was already placed on the table.

"Honey, go wash your hands and eat quickly. I made your favorite black bean dace today!"

Situ Longhao smiled softly, then turned and walked to the kitchen.

"Husband, please eat more. It's been a hard day. By the way, is the love lunch I made for lunch delicious?" Ling Xiaoran asked casually while helping Situ Longhao pick up the vegetables.

Please collect it, please collect it, please collect it. If the collection is low, I want to hit the wall. What is going on? Isn’t the article good-looking? My eyes are full of tears.


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