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

He extinguished the cigarette, raised his hand, and threw out a perfect curve, the cigarette butt fell into the darkness.

At this time, Qin Minglang slowly walked towards Li, curled his thin lips, and said softly, "Slowly, I'm coming out."

The simple three words made Li Huanxuan almost cry for a moment.

Even Gao Ce is treating her so cruelly now, but without Qin Minglang's words, her tears come quickly.

Li Huanhuan looked at Qin Minglang uncertainly by the dim streetlight. [

Stepping forward, he gently grabbed Qin Minglang's sleeve.

Real touch.

This man really exists in front of his eyes.

Li slowly sucked his nose, and smiled slightly, that kind of smile was from the corner of the eyes to the corner of the mouth, bright and beautiful.

In the dark night, colors bloomed, stinging Gao Ce who was sitting in the Lamborghini car in the distance.

"Mingming, it's really you>

"Slow down, as I said, I will come out. Gao Ce, there is nothing you can do about me."

Qin Minglang smiled, showing his shining white teeth, with a bit of arrogance.

Then he pulled Li Huan Huan and said, "Huan Huan, you're hungry, let's go to the night market for supper, it's been a long time since we've eaten!"

Li slowly nodded his head in agreement.

Qin Minglang stretched out his hand, gently took Li Huanxuan's hand, and walked towards the night market not far away.

They didn't notice at all that behind them, a Lamborghini followed slowly.

The man in the car looked slightly displeased.

The night market is chaotic.

After all, this is only a place where people without money appear.

They don't pay attention to ostentation or nobility, as long as one is delicious, it still doesn't taste good.

Ever since Li Huanhuan had no money, he became obsessed with the night market desperately.

Malatang for fifty cents a bunch, fried cold noodles for one yuan>

"Slow down, come and taste, it's delicious." [

Qin Minglang picked up a small disposable spoon and put the soup into Li Huanhuan's mouth.

Before sending it off, I still maintained my usual habit and blew it gently.