Captive little pretty wife: President, I want a divorce

Chapter 217 Hugging Her Tightly (2)

Lian Jianyan was stunned, he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, but soon he smiled brightly at Su Xiaomo, "I just can't lose, so until you don't compare with me, I will keep pestering you your."

"I can't leave now, I promise you, as long as there is a chance, I will definitely compete with you." Su Xiaomo held his forehead, feeling a little headache.

For Hasumi Homura's perseverance, she was really helpless.

But if it wasn't for him today, would she really die in mid-air?

Su Xiaomo narrowed her eyes slightly, she remembered her only failure.

When she went to the Alliance of Four Emperors to investigate Xuanyuanmo's information, she thought she had done a perfect job, so how did Xuanyuanming discover her purpose?
That time, if it wasn't for Aunt Yun, she might have died too.

At first I thought it was an accident, but now thinking about it, Su Xiaomo wondered if someone wanted to kill her that time.

If so, who would it be?

Who would benefit if she died?
Faces flashed across Su Xiaomo's mind, and some guesses had formed in his heart.

"No, anyway, until you compare with me, I will always follow you." Ren Jianyan looked completely unreasonable.

"Lian Jianyan, do you know that you are very annoying." Su Xiaomo shouted suddenly.

She can't bring outsiders back to country M, and she never wants to be found out about AT.

Even if she believed him, the rest of the people wouldn't believe it, and those people would definitely feel that she didn't value AT.

"No matter what your status is, I won't say it, even if you die, you will rot in your stomach. I swear by my reputation as the thief King." Lianjian Homura said suddenly and seriously.

He can understand.

In fact, he was also curious about Su Xiaomo's identity, but in the end he didn't ask anything, and didn't check anything.

Whether she is Su Xiaomo, Lan Tian, ​​or the current princess of Country M, to him, she is her, the one who wins her, and it has nothing to do with the identity behind her.

He's not going to pry.

He understood that if he really went to inquire, maybe they really couldn't even be friends.

He suddenly said that when they first met, in a museum in France, in the middle of the night, the two had the same goal, an exhibit that attracted the attention of all walks of life.

The two didn't know each other, they were opponents, but they chose the fairest match tacitly.

(End of this chapter)