2512. Chapter 2512 Very narcissistic qualifications
"By the way, let me tell you something." Leng Zirui's voice was full of happiness, "Xiao Song and Wild Wolf are getting together."
"Really?" Xu Xia immediately turned around and said, "What's going on? Tell me."
So, Leng Zirui briefly told her what happened that day.
"It is said that strong women are obsessed with stalking men. It seems that this strong man is also afraid of stalking women!" A smile appeared on Xu Xia's face, "Actually, if you really love someone, you will not care how many calves he has. I understand very well.
Xiao Song, I'm really glad that the two of them didn't miss it. When will they get married?"
"I asked Yi Zhou. Ye Lang's leg is recovering well. If everything goes well, there shouldn't be any need to change the wedding date," Leng Zirui said.
"That's great." Xu Xia hugged his arm, "I will also go to the wedding banquet then."
"You'd better forget it. Aren't you obviously trying to steal the spotlight from the bride?"
"Can I understand that you are complimenting me on my beauty?"
"Narcissistic!"
"As Leng Zirui's wife, I feel that I am very qualified to be narcissistic."
"In that case, shouldn't you fulfill your obligations as a wife?"
Xu Xia looked at him with some embarrassment, "I...I have activities tomorrow..."
"Then I don't care!" He pulled her into his arms, "I'm going to hold you to sleep anyway."
"You mean to hold me to sleep?"
He smiled evilly, "Otherwise, what do you think it is?"
"Leng Zirui, you hate me!"
She cursed lowly and stretched out her hands to twist around his waist.
"Ha-" He laughed uncontrollably and grabbed her hand, "Crazy girl, let me remind you, if you dare to move again, I cannot guarantee that I will only sleep."
"Afraid of you?!"
Her mouth was stiff, but she finally retracted her hand knowingly, but his hand reached over and pulled her into his arms.
"sleep!"
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U.K.
In a gorgeous villa in the suburbs of London, a birthday party is being held.
Champagne, cakes, evening gowns... formed a microcosm of upper class society.
The men are talking about the stock economy and women, while the women are talking about fashion, gossip and men.
"Congratulations, Mr. Qiao."
On the grass in the middle, several men were toasting to a Chinese man.
This man is none other than Joey, and today is his fiftieth birthday.
"Sir." A bodyguard in a black suit came over eagerly and whispered to him, "Miss Mo is here."
Joey was startled, but returned to normal for a moment.
"Where are the people?"
The bodyguard raised his chin and said, "Already in."
"Excuse me." Joey nodded to everyone, and then raised the corners of his lips to greet the people who walked in.
There were four people walking in. The one who walked in front was a man and a woman. The man was wearing a black suit with a handsome face and a deep complexion. The woman was also wearing a black dress. Her long hair was neatly raised, revealing a young face.
His delicate face looked like he was about twenty years old, but there was a depth between his eyebrows that was deeper than the growth rings.
The black clothes of the two people looked particularly out of place in such a banquet where everyone was wearing bright clothes.
"Is that Mr. Mo's son?"
"Who is that girl?"
"It seems to be Mr. Mo's daughter."
"Mo Wenxiu's daughter is the one who made a marriage contract with the Rosen family before?"
