"She is not my fiancée, I don't recognize her." Xuanyuan Yu's face became serious, a look of displeasure flashed across his deep features like a knife and an axe, "Luo'er, I only recognize you."
Don’t admit it?
Ling Luo curled her lips and said, "Then I won't recognize you either."
"Why?" Xuanyuan Yu immediately put on a miserable expression of an abandoned husband, "Why don't you acknowledge me?"
Ling Luo blurted out without thinking: "Because you are irresponsible."
Xuanyuan Yu protested: "How can I be irresponsible? I am responsible for you, but I am afraid that you will not let me be responsible for you!"
It was a somewhat convoluted statement, but it made her ears tingle.
"You are irresponsible because you are irresponsible to your former fiancée." Ling Luo defended, "You have a criminal record and cannot be trusted."
Xuanyuan Yu thought for a while and realized that it was not unreasonable for girls to be worried, so he felt a little more balanced.
"Then Luo'er, how can you trust me?" He stared at her steadily, her shadow reflected in his bright pupils.
There was a hint of cunning in Ling Luo's eyes, and she smiled: "I don't know, it depends on the time and mood."
Xuanyuan Yu looked at her cute and naughty look, as well as her wilted little mouth, as if a little person was living in his heart, holding a hammer and hitting his heart time and time again.
Slight pain, slight numbness, slight sweetness, breathing is not so smooth, and there is a feeling of suffocation.
It's so strange, a feeling I've never felt before.
Xuanyuan Yu turned his head suddenly, not daring to look at her elegant and innocent face.
After turning his head, the strange symptoms in his chest were obviously much better, and even his breathing became smoother. Xuanyuan Yu shouted long live.
Just when he raised his head, he happened to see an unfriendly woman with bloodshot eyes glaring at Luo'er fiercely.
"What are you doing here?" Xuanyuan Yu sat up straight and stared at Ling Yue warily.
With a vicious gaze, half of her face ruined, and a gloating expression, Ling Yue sneered: "What? This is the Ling Mansion, my eldest lady's home. I can go wherever I like. Do you care about the stinky beggar?"
?”
Xuanyuan Yu was not annoyed at all. He curled his lips, shrugged, and smiled: "I don't care."
He never liked to challenge mad dogs.
In fact, once you get used to hearing it, the name Stinky Beggar is pretty good, although it's just a little bit worse than Scum.
Well-educated men don't like to quarrel with women, especially crazy women; but well-educated women are different. They are good at using a roundabout way to make the crazy woman mad but unable to fuck her.
"Ling Yue, what are you talking about here? If you don't hurry back and get close to your stepdaughter, maybe Miss Jin Beier will be merciful and reward you with a bottle of skin-beautifying liquid to cure your half-face.
A salvageable face.”
The moment Ling Luo saw Xuanyuan Yu being ridiculed by Ling Yue, he couldn't control his venomous tongue at all. He couldn't stop talking: "You're staring at me? Why are you staring at me? You're jealous that I'm prettier than you and married better than you."
Okay?"
Ling Yue was so angry that her body trembled, and a wave of anger rushed into her head.
"Would I be jealous of you? Ling Luo, I didn't even look at your virtue. You were just divorced by His Highness King Qi, and in the blink of an eye you voluntarily gave the brocade belt to a beggar. Better than me? Ha, I laughed. You're just a beggar.