The wealthy retired wife: Baby, marry me again!

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Although the media and reporters were not allowed to approach, they still followed from a distance.

Without the tacky roses and loud drums, the motorcade drove to Ye's house very quickly.

When they reached the downstairs of Ye's house, Ling Mufeng hurriedly jumped out of the car.

Just as he was about to rush up, several people suddenly jumped out of the corridor, they were students from Class Ten. [

It just so happened that it was summer vacation and it was the weekend again, so these little brats came to join in the fun.

"If you want to see Teacher Su, you have to pass my level first!"

The little guys stood at the door, smiling and unwilling to leave.

Ling Mufeng didn't bother to pay attention to them, and just rushed in with all his heart.

It happened that Lian Junzhi's car arrived at this time, Ling Mufeng looked at him very freely.

Lian Junzhi understood, went back to the car and brought a bag full of red envelopes.

"Give a red envelope!"

Lian Junzhi yelled, and threw a handful of red envelopes into the sky.

Taking advantage of the students' slight stupefaction, Ling Mufeng broke through the first encirclement in an instant and went upstairs.

Ling Mufeng rushed up quickly, the door of Ye's house was still open.

Inside, a woman's voice came faintly, and one could tell it was Mei Gui.

"The following convoy is coming! I don't know if those brats can stop it!"

"Mei Gui, don't you need to do this? Mu Feng is also working hard."

It can be heard that this is what his dear wife said.

Hearing the words of thinking for him, my heart suddenly became very sweet.

"Su Qiu, you can't do this! How long has Ling Mufeng bullied you in the past, we are here to help you get back!"

Mei Gui hated that iron could not be made into steel.

Some bullies, how could she lose her share!

"Sister, I won't let him show some sincerity!" This was Ye Zhili's voice. [

Young people also like to play, so he naturally wants to have a bridal chamber.

Unable to bear it any longer, Ling Mufeng pushed open the door all at once.

There was no sign of Ye Zhiqiu in the living room, a few colleagues from No. [-] Middle School were in the living room, and Ye Jingrong was sitting on the sofa.

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