Midsummer Kiss: It's All Love Letters to Blame

Chapter 227 She Is the Young Mistress of the Fan Family

Without him, there would be no Zhao Rou, and everything she had was given by him.

On the other hand, the successful attack on the Zhou family's business made Zhou Pingzhi, the manager, disfigured. She is in a good mood these days.

Fan Mindong walked into her office with a stack of documents in his arms, and said calmly, "Here are a few designs of wedding dresses, which one do you like?"

"Wedding dress?" She raised her head from the computer screen, looked at the information he placed next to her, and asked inexplicably, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you know what I mean?" He teased her with a smile: "Don't you want everyone to continue to laugh at you behind your back and sit here relying on your looks?"

As long as they are married, she is the young mistress of the Fan family.

"Too fast, I think." Of course she knew he wanted to protect her reputation.

"It's not too soon, Chengxuan and Jingyin will have their wedding next Sunday. Let's hurry up and get ready to make two couples with them. Haha, what a warm scene at that time." He opened the file and pointed to the beautiful couple on it. Fantastic pattern: "I think you'll like this one...."

"Do your parents agree?" She interrupted him.

"Agreed, after the steel business, they appreciate your ability to handle affairs."

"It's your ability to handle affairs." Everyone regards Fan Mindong as the second generation ancestor, and he doesn't know how to manage the family business. In fact, the business with Nie's business depends on his help behind the scenes, otherwise she will lose face.

Fan Mindong is indeed Fan Mindong, a person with a high IQ, but he always uses his intelligence in music, but he doesn't bother to pay attention to other places.

"Zhao Rou!" He squatted down and looked at her at the same level, gently stroking her sad face with his hands: "You have to believe in yourself, and your achievements will be very high in the future."

"but……."

"Shhh!" His fingers pressed lightly on her vermilion lips, and then gently printed his own lips on them.

After the lingering and warm kiss, he asked slyly: "Come on, let's choose a wedding dress!"

She suddenly remembered something and shouted: "I didn't promise you to marry me, and you didn't propose to me..."

At the end of the sentence, he sealed her little lips again, kissing away her protest and reason.

"Min Dong!" She gasped and looked at his handsome face, her cheeks flushed with pink and pink: "You are too cunning!"

—""""—Ye Xiwei—"""—

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