Qingting was slightly surprised and said sarcastically, "What did you say? Congratulations on the wedding?"
She didn't want to say anything to him, so she didn't want to waste her saliva.
Leng Zhongyu looked at her affectionately, "As long as you say it, I don't need to get married..."
Qingting's forehead throbbed with veins, "Are you having a twitch again? I know all the things you did, so stop pretending."
She directly exposed his mask, full of disgust.
Leng Zhongyu's eyebrows twitched, and his expression became more and more obsessed, "Everything I do is for you."
"For me?" Qingting was shocked by his shamelessness and was very angry, "Oh, how can I become the legendary disaster of beauty? You are obviously too greedy, but you put the blame on me.
, Leng Zhongyu, you really make me sick."
Wu Sangui of the Qing Dynasty came to power and surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, but he said that anger can bring beauty, leaving Chen Yuanyuan with eternal infamy.
This is simply shirking responsibility. The so-called love is bullshit.
Poor Chen Yuanyuan was doomed to tragedy when she met such a man, and was scolded by countless people. She was extremely unlucky.
And Leng Zhongyu also said the same thing. Men, the excuses to shirk responsibility are the same in ancient and modern times.
"Disgusting?" Leng Zhongyu was greatly stimulated and clasped Qingting's shoulders tightly with his hands, "You..."
Qingting couldn't avoid it, struggled desperately, and said in anger, "Let go."
"Don't let go." Leng Zhongyu pressed forward and leaned his head closer.
Qingting is so angry, what a mean man.
A figure came out of nowhere and aimed a punch at Leng Zhongyu's back, hitting him hard on the back of the vest.
"Let her go."
Leng Zhongyu was unprepared and broke into a cold sweat from the pain.
Qi Rui rushed over quickly, pulled Qingting behind him with a gentle tug.
His strike was like lightning, and he flew out another punch, hitting Leng Zhongyu's forehead with a loud noise. "Bang."
Leng Zhongyu woke up from the pain, and went back not to be outdone. The two of them punched and kicked each other, and they fought each other without mercy. They went straight to greet each other's vital parts.
Qingting stood aside, frowning, and widening his eyes nervously.
She doesn't care about others, she only cares about her husband.
Leng Zongkai hurried over and saw a scene of fratricide. He was so angry that he said, "Stop it, stop it."
The two men were fighting fiercely and did not listen to him at all. With a wave of his hand, several strong bodyguards stepped forward to start a fight and separated the two men.
Leng Zhongyu's face was bruised and purple, and he looked miserable.
The corner of Qi Rui's mouth was broken, and a wisp of blood seeped out, but he raised his eyebrows proudly. He would hit people in the face, wherever they were conspicuous.
Qingting felt a little distressed and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, "Does it hurt?"
Qingting is both angry and funny, why is this person still acting like a child?
The two of them were in a world of their own, and neither of them paid attention to the other injured man.
Leng Zhongyu looked at this scene blankly, his face full of gloom.
Fan Yuncan rushed over after hearing the news and was shocked to see Leng Zhongyu injured. "Zhongyu, how are you? Are you okay? Does it hurt? Go to the hospital and have a good check-up."
Leng Zhongyu pushed her away impatiently, obviously uncomfortable, "This little injury won't kill anyone."
Fan Yuncan burst into tears with distress, "Why are we fighting? Let's talk to each other if we have anything to say."
Leng Zongkai looked here and then there, his brows furrowed.
"Have you made enough trouble? Ah? I'm not dead yet. As long as I'm alive, I won't allow you to kill each other."