He went back to the villa with Lian. Qionghui asked coldly, "don't you tell Xiaocao who her mother is?"

Lian stopped, and then smiled like the glow of late red. "How nice it is to run Huo now!" Then he went back to his room. What kind of wedding would you like, wife In his own home, Shangye gently hugs the grass and dotes on it.

"you can arrange it, I don't mind!" Yes, that kind of thing is just a form. Anyway, now they are husband and wife, that's enough.

"then we won't have a wedding. Let's just let it go, or we can simply have a meal!" Shangye...