I don't want a second-hand man: my wife turns over

Gao Ce glanced at Qin Minglang, not afraid that what he blurted out would hurt Li Huanhuan: "It's no use, I'm not interested in prostitutes!"

Sure enough, Li Huanxuan's face turned pale immediately.

Li slowly held the chopsticks with his fingers, which stiffened slightly.

On his face, he forced a smile.

Qin Minglang was naturally unhappy, but he seemed very calm. [

Replied sarcastically: "My family is slow and pure, except for marrying someone once and being bitten by a dog twice, it's better than some people's girlfriend is a fake pure girl, okay>

"It's already a bus. People can get on and get off when they want. I don't know how many times>

When Wang Qianqing heard such words, her face immediately turned pale.

Her fingers were clenched tightly, and she could tell that Qin Minglang's words were stabbing her madly again.

However, Gao Ce, who was on the opposite side, heard such words, and just glanced at Li Huanxuan, looking at the woman's pale face.

Although her face turned pale, she was not as flustered and helpless as before.

Gao Ce finally moved the corners of his mouth, but after all, he still didn't say anything.

Qin Minglang was still sitting on the things he never got tired of doing, slowly picking up food for Li, and then said softly: "Slowly, eat while it's hot."

Hearing these words slowly, Li felt a little warm all of a sudden.

In the past, I protested to Qin Minglang many times, not to let him always take care of her like this.

However, Qin Minglang ignored it, and Li Huanhuan had no choice.

Now, all of a sudden, it turns out to be pretty good.

At least, she can eat seriously.

It won't look embarrassing, and you don't have to worry about being alone, unable to face those embarrassments.

Li Huanhuan raised his head occasionally, looking at Qin Minglang's beautiful and delicate face.

Suddenly laughed.

No matter what Qin Minglang wears, he always looks like a young talent.

It's just that at this moment, the corner of Qin Minglang's mouth was slightly stained with oil, and that feeling was kind of kind.

Qin Minglang was confused: "What's wrong?"

Li slowly smiled and shook his head, then stretched out his hand, and gently wiped off the grease stains on the corner of Qin Minglang's mouth.

Then he picked up a tissue and wiped his hands.