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009 Is my wife feeling okay?

009 Is my wife’s hand feeling okay? Although the Leng family’s banquet was a small family banquet, it was also so luxurious that it was eye-catching. There were hundreds of guests alone, which made Duanmu Mu even more dazzled.

"Why, you're not used to this?" Feeling her pace slow down, Leng Anyen snorted sarcastically in her ear.

The high heels on Duanmu Mu's feet were at least ten centimeters. She swore that this was the first time she had worn such high shoes. Her heels were blistered at the moment, and every step she took was painful, but she knew her pain.

He couldn't get the man's pity, so he forced the corners of his lips and smiled, "It's not bad!"

Leng Anyen glanced at her unsteady feet from the corner of his eyes, but did not expose it. Since this woman likes to show off her strength so much, let her do it to the end.

"An Chen——"

A female voice came from the air. Duan Mumu raised his head and was stunned. She knew this woman, Leng Anyhen's real girlfriend Lan Yiran.

"Yiran," Duanmumu heard a soft male voice ringing in her ears, and then she pulled away her arm.

The next second, Lan Yiran's arm was already hooked around Leng Anyhen's neck, and his big hands were naturally attached to the woman's half-naked lower back, "How long have you been here?"

"It's only been a while," Lan Yiran said with a bright smile and a soft voice filled with squeamishness, "Why did it take you so long to come?"

"There are too many guests. We have to entertain, why are we waiting in such a hurry?" Leng Anyen lowered his head and nuzzled hers with the tip of his nose, his movements intimate and doting.

Such soft words, sweet and natural, actually made Duanmumu who was standing aside feel a sense of excess. She stood awkwardly for a while, then turned around stupidly. At that moment, she only felt that the luxurious lights behind her suddenly suddenly changed.

dim down.

Surrounded by guests and friends, they seemed to have known the relationship between Leng Anyen and Lan Yiran for a long time. At this moment, Duanmumu looked more regretful and mocking.

She was the wife of Leng Anyen, the matchmaker, but she was sidelined. At the same time, her husband was having an affair with his ex-girlfriend. She deserved to be laughed at in such a scene.

But who can blame this? It was her who fell into the trap for nothing.

While comforting herself, Duanmumu automatically ignored the glances directed at her, held her head high, and walked out openly. This path was her choice, and she would go on it no matter how many thorns there were.

In the deserted corner, Duanmumu breathed a sigh of relief. The first thing he did was to kick off his shoes and put his hand on his heel, "It hurts..."

"I didn't expect that after several years of seeing you, you still love to show off," a familiar male voice came from above his head. Duanmumu opened his eyes in shock, and saw the man slowly squatting down, holding her feet with his hands, and then gently

Knead it for her.

The lights of the banquet fell on his face, familiar eyebrows, tall nose, and the dimples that showed up when he smiled...

Duanmu was astonished as if in a dream, rubbed his eyes, and then called out the name that was deep in his heart, "South China..."

"Do you still remember me?" The man raised his lips and smiled, and the dimples on his cheeks deepened a little.

"It's really you?" The joy and excitement made her forget the pain in her feet for a moment, and she reached out and hugged his neck, "Su Huanan, you finally showed up."

"Mumu, are you okay?" Su Huanan was also slightly emotional. He didn't know how long he had thought about being able to hold her like this.

"I..." Duanmumu was choked up in his heart, but he didn't know how to say it.

Is she okay? How can she be okay if she marries a man who doesn't love her and doesn't love herself?

"Mumu," Su Huanan couldn't hear her answer and was a little anxious. He held her face in his hands and rubbed it gently.

"Second uncle, how is my wife's hand feeling?" At some point, Leng Anyen walked over.

ps: The second male lead appears. Which one do you like? Please leave a message!


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