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Chapter 2770 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1332 Mr. Ji, you are a little too worthless.

It's almost 11 o'clock. On the wedding night, I'm in a bad mood to stay alone in the empty room.

What's more, there was the suspected misplaced kiss before, Wen Qingqing is probably full of anger now, and is waiting for him to go back and vent.

The cigarette between his fingers burned out, and the man took out another one casually. Before he could light it up, he suddenly frowned, threw the cigarette and the cigarette case into the trash can, turned around and walked out with great strides.

"How can a man who wants to have sex be so unhappy?"

Holding the teacup, Deng Meng rubbed Ji Shengbai's shoulder with her shoulder: "Pineapple is fine, shall we go back too?"

"What are you going to do back?"

Deng Meng stretched her waist, and replied solemnly: "Sleep, I've been tossing all night, I'm so tired."

"Give you another chance."

"...I want to see a good show."

……

After squatting in the corner for a while, there was no sound of arguing. The night wind blew, and she shivered while hugging her body in the cold.

Ji Shengbai went downstairs to make coffee but didn't see her, so he went out and found her in the corner of the main building.

He casually kicked Deng Meng who was curled up like a kitten: "It's already midnight, are you going to squat here for the night?"

"Shh..."

He didn't restrain his voice, scared Deng Meng hurriedly got up to cover his mouth, but he didn't know that he squatted for too long, his legs were already numb, staggered, and threw himself into his arms.

Ji Shengbai wrapped one hand around her waist, and the hand holding the coffee cup was steady without spilling half a drop of coffee because of her pounce.

With downcast eyes, he looked at her with a cold gaze: "Aren't you considering changing your career?"

Deng Meng was grinning and rubbing her numb legs vigorously. Hearing this, she asked absent-mindedly, "Change jobs? What job?"

"Paparazzi."

"..."

"I'm serious, you can make a fortune and reach the pinnacle of your life by relying on this profession."

Deng Meng closed her eyes and took a deep breath, controlled her full of resentment, looked up at his perfectly curved chin with a smile on her head: "I thought that marrying you was already the pinnacle of my life, I didn't expect Becoming a paparazzi is the pinnacle of my life? Mr. Ji, you are too worthless."

Going around, wrapping yourself in.

Ji Shengbai ate a rare moment in his life, silently stuffed the coffee into her hand, leaned over and hugged her horizontally.

Deng Meng hooked his neck with one hand, took a sip of coffee casually, and wondered: "Tell me, are they already having sex?"

"I don't know if they fucked or not. The only thing that is certain is that you will be fucked soon."

A gust of cold wind blew, and Deng Meng shivered for no reason.

Tremblingly, he said, "Why are you... saying... so much... slap?"

"What do you think?"

Deng Meng suddenly begged for mercy in great grief: "Hero, please let me go...I'm really tired today..."

"So tired, do you still have the leisure to eavesdrop on other people's corners?"

Deng Meng choked, a little dissatisfied: "Isn't that... I haven't seen the rich second generation in their 30s, I want to see it..."

Ji Shengbai's thin lips drew a chilling arc: "Are you sure you haven't seen it?"

Deng Meng grinned and smiled mischievously: "I forgot, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

……

On the first day after the marriage of the eldest son of the Bei family, he naturally had breakfast together in the main building.

In front of the long dining table, exquisite flowers set off the exquisite breakfast. Bei Zhiyuan and his wife were obviously very satisfied with this rich daughter-in-law.

(End of this chapter)