Chapter 869, a season full of flowers, fragrance, three or two butterflies race to chase, twist a wisp of breeze to do the preface.

Looking at the luxurious and quiet atmosphere around the hotel, Ling's thoughts still linger on how to persuade his wife to go to the hotel suite.

The brilliant Bluetooth headset is invisible, and it will be answered automatically when there is news. When he receives the signal, he immediately looks at Ling Xian sideways: "Your Majesty, the presidential suite is ready."

Ling Xian knows, but he dares not move, dares not say a word.

He cautiously winked at Zhuo Ran, and then warmly said to Mu...