"Who wants to be Mrs. Winston Meng," He Danggui said gamely, "don't mention this person to me."

Little Meng Xuan didn't believe that she was so heartless, and questioned in a milky voice, "You've already obeyed me, why are you backing out now? Could it be that you've fallen for someone else?"

"What do you mean 'again'? Who have I ever looked at before?" He Danggui embraced a waterfall of long hair, like a brocade quilt as thick and dense, but can not keep warm, she gritted her ...