Lin Che stood in front of the French window, holding a goblet in his hand, tasting red wine.

the brilliant sunlight has plated his tall and upright figure with a layer of golden light. But now Tang poetry looks at his back, but feels cold on the bottom of his feet.

"if you come to question me, you don't have to," Lin Che took a sip of red wine, turned around and sat down on the sofa. "As you can see, I want to marry Tongtong at all costs."

"why?" Tang poetry looked at him strangely. "There are so many women in the world. Why do you fall in love...