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115. Chapter 115: 115 I, Song Tianlang, are your man

Song Tianlang saw it, and since Hu Yueyue's attention was on the mobile phone, although he was sitting upright and holding her in his arms, his eyes never left the mobile phone in her hand for a moment.

None of the messages on it escaped his sharp eyes, but his heart was slightly moved. This girl's friend is really surprising, and she can say those words without blushing or gasping.

Take it and say it verbally.

At this moment, Hu Yueyue sighed softly and exhaled slightly: "Song Tianlang, are we really married?" Even now, she still feels that it is not true, and she is still a little confused.

Although she had said a lot and done a lot of things since she received the certificate, she still felt that it was not true. However, she did not have the courage to get the red book from Song Tianlang to confirm it again.

Because I know that everything that happened is real, more real than real gold.

Song Tianlang looked sideways at Hu Yueyue, with a touch of pity flashing in his eyes. She had been hurt, deeply hurt. So at this moment, she was like a frightened bird, always feeling the sound of "drawing the bow" everywhere.

Although he clearly knew what had happened, he still searched for the sense of reality again and again. He let go of Hu Yueyue's waist, raised his arm and placed his big palm on the side of Hu Yueyue's head, exerting slight pressure on himself, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

On the top, the thin lips moved slightly, and the deep and pleasant voice seemed to have the magic power to calm Hu Yueyue.

"Hu Sanyue, from now on, please remember that Song Tianlang is your man and your husband is your god. Everything in your future will be taken over by me. I will not let you be bullied or bullied by anything."

The harm! Do you know?"

Hu Yueyue rested her head on Song Tianlang's broad shoulders, listening to his words that were similar to an oath. Although they were domineering, they were heartwarming, and the tip of her nose suddenly felt sour. She slowly closed her eyes to prevent others from seeing the depths of her eyes.

The dense mist...

The little butt moved slightly, and her head rubbed against Song Tianlang's body intimately, feeling a little relieved. No matter what the purpose of the flash marriage with this man was. His words made her feel at ease, and his words made her warm.

Her words made her rely on...

The pink lips moved twice, "I know!" After the words fell, the voice from the bottom of my heart sounded: Thank you Song Tianlang.

The car was driving steadily on the road in H City. Hu Yueyue did not deliberately look where it was going. Because she knew that Song Tianlang must have arranged it, so even if she asked about everything this man had done, there was never any question. Instead of that,

It was in vain to ask. She simply closed her eyes and rested her mind, waiting for her destination to arrive.

However, just after he closed his eyes, the cell phone in his bag suddenly made a low voice that sounded like an explanation:

"Yue'er, hurry up and answer the phone. If you don't answer the phone quickly, your butt will explode..."

Hu Yueyue's head, which was leaning on Song Tianlang, was raised sharply, and she happened to come into close contact with Song Tianlang's chin, who turned his head and looked up after hearing the voice.

There was a somewhat muffled "thud" sound. Song Tianlang's brows were tangled up as a result of the direct impact. This shows how painful the impact was, which made a hard-blooded man's face tangled up.

However, Hu Yueyue had no time to exclaim at the pain in her head. She hurriedly fumbled for her cell phone in her bag, hissing while looking for it.

Finally, after getting the phone, Hu Yueyue took a long breath, resisted the pain in her head, pressed the answer button in the sweetest and sweetest voice, and said softly, "Brother..."


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