Double-faced Shaodong: Doting Mango's Fiancée

Su Mang stretched out a hand to touch the shoulder where his palm had been, and it seemed that the scorching temperature of his palm still remained on it.

His clear voice is like a pool of clear water, flowing purely and elegantly, with an indescribable ease, as if the victory in the competition between him and Qi Lian is in the palm of his hand.

only--

I don't know where his confidence comes from!

Su Mang thought depressedly.

A moment later, her fugue was interrupted again by screams from all around, and she looked up in astonishment.

Could it be——he lost so soon?

She just blinked her eyes!

I know he is weak, but this is too weak!

She took two quick steps, pushed aside the crowd that was crowding in front of her at some point, got into the circle formed by the crowd, and then froze.

Jiang Liuyun stood in the center of the circle with a tall and straight figure.

Under the moonlight, his delicate and handsome cheeks became more and more beautiful, as if they were meticulously drawn by the gods, making them impeccable.

The face with a touch of moonlight is as beautiful as a crown jade, and the corners of the beautifully curved thin lips are slightly raised, like a smile but not a smile, with a lustrous pink luster, like a dream.

And Qi Lian, lying on the ground, couldn't see the expression on his face.

The brothers brought by Qi Lian rushed over and helped Qi Lian up from the ground with all their hands and feet. Qi Lian's face was already black as ink.

He actually lost again!

It's only two tricks!

Just when he was attacking, for some reason, there was a stone under his feet. It was a coincidence that he stepped on that stone, fell down on his stomach, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen!

"This time it doesn't count!" Qi Lian roared.

"Oh?" Jiang Liuyun's lips twitched lightly, "This time it doesn't count, so let's do it again!"

"Why don't you count it!" Su Mang strode over and stood beside Jiang Liuyun, "Qi Lian! You are also a famous person in the underworld, how can you not count your words and turn your back on what you say? If you lose, you lose. Why? Doesn't count?"

"I can still fight!" Qi Lian tried his best.

In fact, when he fell, the femur bone of his right leg was knocked hard, and it might be difficult for him to walk, let alone fight.

But he can't afford to lose!

Let him kneel down on the ground and call Jiang Liuyun Grandpa, then the rest of his life will be over!

"Stop fighting, even if you make up," Su Mang covered her lips with her hand and yawned, "It's so late, I'm going home to rest!"

Qi Lian's face softened slightly.

If it was a draw, he wouldn't have to kowtow to Jiang Liuyun and call him grandpa.

Jiang Liuyun saw Qi Lian's intentions, so he pushed the boat along, deliberately pretending to be afraid that Qi Lian would fight him again, and quickly said: "That's right, it's a reconciliation."

Seeing Jiang Liuyun's cowardly look, Qi Lian secretly scolded himself for being unlucky, why he fell at a critical moment without dying.

Otherwise, with Jiang Liuyun's frail body, he could beat him to the point of crying with just three strokes!

"You're lucky!" He snorted coldly through his nostrils, and limped away with the support of his brothers.

"Honey, it's cool in the mountains at night, let's go back earlier." He lowered his head and smiled, holding her shoulders tightly, letting her body cling to his, absorbing the warmth of his body.

Su Mang looked at him suspiciously, and the mountain wind gently brushed his black jade-like broken hair. Under the moonlight, he was surrounded by a natural noble temperament, both graceful and elegant, but also deep and restrained, there was no trace of the past. Where is the romantic?

She stared at him in a daze.

It seems that since she met him, she has always lived in the confusion he brought to him.

What is the real him like?