Because Jiang Qingying did not wear makeup and was wearing a sportswear that he would never see in the ordinary days, his temperament looked very different from that in the ordinary days, but what kind of eyesight Ouyang Bingyuan had, when I looked back carefully, I felt something was wrong.

Recognizing the woman's real identity, his dignified expression began to relax.

"Jiang Qing kite, Jiang Qing kite, I never expected that you would be here and be so close to Su Rui!"

The corner of Ouyang Icefield's mouth skimmed over with a sneer, and the finger gently turned the precious string of hands: "Aren't you refusing people thousands of miles...