Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 818 Young Master, Don’t Play Stupid 26
The crowd dispersed, and only Man Luo and Ling Shaohong stood opposite each other in the hall of the Liyuan.

There was silence all around, but the atmosphere didn't seem awkward.

"Thank you, Young Master Ling, for saving me this time."

Manro thanked him.

"I came late and made Miss Jiang feel wronged."

Ling Shaohong looked at Man Luo whose hair was still steaming, his eyes flashed with distress.

If he had come earlier, Miss Jiang Yue would not have been embarrassed by that part of the marriage.

Facing Ling Shaohong's self-blaming gaze, Man Luo blinked slightly: "I have not been wronged."

There is no one here who can make her feel wronged.

Whether it is Xu Youyou or Duan Rong, in her eyes, they are just clowns.

Thinking of Xu Youyou's vivid expression just now, Man Luo couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly.

She raised her eyes to meet Ling Shaohong's handsome face, saw the thin sweat on the other's forehead, and her eyes moved: "It's hard work, Young Master Ling came here in a hurry."

The girl's soft voice came.

Before Ling Shaohong could reply, a soft handkerchief had touched his forehead, and the sweat was wiped off bit by bit by the fragrant handkerchief.

Ling Shaohong's body froze slightly. He lowered his head and looked at the girl who was wiping his sweat earnestly on tiptoe. Hold that slender wrist.

Man Luo was standing on tiptoe. Being pulled like this, he couldn't maintain his balance at all, and fell directly into Ling Shaohong's arms. Suddenly, there was a hand around his waist, which firmly fixed her in his arms.

"Miss Jiangyue."

The man leaned over slightly, and whispered in a slightly hoarse voice, the breath came down, warm and slightly itchy.

"Ok?"

Man Luo lay obediently in Ling Shaohong's arms, and responded with a smile in her voice. When she looked up, she happened to see Ling Shaohong's slightly rolling Adam's apple.

She curled up her fingers, wanting to poke her, but before she could make a move, Ling Shaohong suddenly moved her face closer.

Just like that, the distance between the two suddenly narrowed, and it seemed that each breath was full of the other's breath, just when Man Luo thought that Ling Shaohong was finally going to take the initiative.

But Ling Shaohong suddenly stopped his movements one second before he was about to touch her: "I can, kiss..."

Before he could ask for opinions, Man Luo suddenly stretched out his hand to pull him, and Ling Shaohong's next voice was blocked.

Man Luo's actions seemed to have given Ling Shaohong great encouragement, his arms slowly tightened, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes instantly became radiant.

It wasn't until he felt the girl's resistance in his arms that Ling Shaohong reluctantly let her go.

At this moment, his whole body was in a high mood, and his beloved girl was in his arms, and the girl did not refuse his actions just now.

Does that prove that Miss Jiang Yue is willing to accept him.

Ling Shaohong's eyes flickered, he opened his lips slightly, and asked anxiously: "Miss Jiang Yue, will you marry me?"

Man Luo tilted his head to look at him, pointed at his gorgeous red lips: "It's all like this, what do you think, Young Master Ling?"

Ling Shaohong, who was full of nervousness, was taken aback by this sentence, and it took him a long time to digest the meaning of the words.

"You promised!"

She agreed, promised to marry him!

Ling Shaohong's long and narrow phoenix eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't help but hugged him into his arms again: "I will marry you, and only you. The Ming Dynasty is marrying, and I will never let you suffer any grievances."

The man's voice was gentle but firm.

The smile on Man Luo's face became softer and softer: "Okay, I'll wait for you...marry me..."

(End of this chapter)