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

No wonder, in the heaven and the earth, everyone who sees Li Huanxuan is flattering, opening their mouths and shutting their mouths, Sister Li, Sister Xu!

Sarcasm, gently pulled away on the lips: "Li Huanhuan, I really congratulate you, first you are the powerful Gao family in City A, and now it is Qin Minglang, but Qin Minglang just took advantage of others to attack people. Could it be that Li Huanhuan你就不怕，高策知道他心爱的表弟被揍了，他会是怎样的反应？”

Li Huanhuan's body trembled, nestling in Qin Minglang's arms, he glanced at Qin Minglang in shock, his face pale.

She knew that neither she nor Qin Minglang was the child of a rich man. Qin Minglang's mother was the same as her mother, except that one was a prostitute who loved countless men, and the other was a mistress who loved only one man.

She didn't know who Qin Minglang's father was, she just knew that he was rich. [

However, in City A, even the mayor tried every means to climb up to the Gao family, what should Qin Minglang do this time?

There was a sneer in Qin Minglang's eyes, a bit indifferent, but the action was very domineering, but he took off his clothes very gently, and wrapped Li slowly tightly.

Then, he cast a sideways glance at Xiao Zeyang, who was sitting crookedly on the ground, leisurely took out a tissue, wiped the blood on his hands, and said slowly, "It doesn't matter, Gao Ce? He looks like a man, but he did it It’s something that people can’t see!”

Patted Li Huanxuan's back, and whispered in Li Huanxuan's ear with a bit of comfort: "Huanhuan, don't listen to his nonsense, there are not many people in this city A who can do nothing to me! "

Li Huanhuan knew that Qin Minglang was comforting her, but she could only face Qin Minglang with a forced smile.

After leaving the Hyatt Hotel, Qin Minglang was riding a motorcycle and asked Li to sit on it slowly. After she hugged him tightly, he started the motorcycle and walked towards Qin Minglang's home.

Qin Minglang rode his bicycle and sang loudly: "Slowly, you are my lover--"

"Okay, okay, stop singing, I'm depressed!" Li slowly poked Qin Minglang's back.

"What's wrong? Lonely? Do you need my comfort?"

Qin Minglang's words can never say anything serious, but there are many women flying towards him one after another.