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However, the suffering in this process is really very tolerable.

It can be seen how tolerant a woman is to love beauty!

Ling Weifeng just glanced lightly, not wanting to bother.

She doesn't like this kind of entertainment.

And there is no need.

Ling Jiang has no background, so he has to manage his own relationship.

But she is different. She has Han Ling, and Han Ling has the Han family behind her.

And there is the support of Xi Royal, so in terms of contacts, she doesn't need to bother at all.

Withdrawing her gaze, she narrowed her eyes.

These people don't need her to deal with. The only thing she needs to deal with right now is the little queen of singing, Wang Siming.

Just thinking about it, I heard a commotion around me.

Then, a familiar and pleasant voice sounded.

"Can I sit here, please?"

Ling Weifeng suddenly raised his head and was stunned by the person in front of him!

A mint green floral-leaf hemmed dress, swaying, lining the white porcelain skin like a sunny spring.

Petite face, delicate features, black eyes like water.

The hair was pinned to the back of his head, and a sloppy bun was pulled up, and some of them fell playfully, shaking gently.

At first glance, it gives a sense of freshness like nature.

This look is definitely a great beauty.

And it is the kind of pure natural beauty without any carvings!

These are not important, what is important is that this person...

Ling Weifeng opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say a word.

She has come back!

Oh my God, this has changed too much!

She was too old to think that she was dazzled, and she was almost unable to recognize it.

When Fang Jiming saw the woman in front of him, his pupils shrank severely, and his heart shrank.

The hand holding the wine glass is even tighter.

When he touched that face, his gaze was completely attracted, and he could no longer look away.

Is it finally back?

Bu Zhiya looked at Ling Weifeng with some puzzlement, and then at the girl standing in front, a little puzzled.

"Xiao Feng, who is she?"

Yin Shunhua curled her lips and smiled incredibly evilly, "Of course, it is an honor for us to sit with beautiful women."

Concerned about Yu just looked curiously, she felt that the woman in front of her was a bit familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

As for Yin Shunhua's words, she was worried.

Anyway, the marriage contract between the two is just a marriage, and they will play their own roles.

Leng Li blew his whistle directly, "Little beauty."

Gee, it really shines.

He is a well-known young man of Huahua, and the beauty he has seen is like the crucian carp in the river, and he is almost visually tired.

There are very few women who can make him shine.

But this one in front of him really amazed him.

It's not that there are many countries, but that kind of feeling.

Very fresh and comfortable.

Gives people a feeling of ice and jade.

It's just that it's familiar.

I just can't remember where I have seen it.

"Beauty, what's your name?"

As soon as he finished asking, he remembered, isn't this Wang Siming, the little queen of the singing world who has been all over the country.

"You are the king..."

"Xiao Huahua, you are finally back!"

Before Leng Yu's words were finished, Ling Weifeng screamed!

The rest of his words were all stuck in his throat.

It feels like hell.

Damn it!

Is not it!

Xiaohuahua, Wang Jiaohua? ! ! !

The little beauty in front of me was Jiaohua, the first ugly queen of the Xihuang Noble Academy? !

What an international joke!