The wealthy and the cold are chasing love: the cute little wife

Chapter 147 PK (2)
Her tone was indescribably intimate, faintly declaring sovereignty.

Danqing took a few steps back, shrank behind Wen Jing, and refused to look at them.

Xiaohang opened his eyes wide, feeling amused, "Pfft, Mommy, I finally know what a chameleon is."

The change is too fast, he needs to learn.

"Uncle Han, do you really want to marry her? I advise you not to, it's terrible to marry this kind of wife."

Han Shaozhe frowned and remained silent.

Yingying sweated profusely, "Xiaohang, I didn't offend you."

Little devil, it's really hard to deal with.

Xiao Hang raised his face, and couldn't hold back, "You have offended my mommy and Aunt Danqing, they are all under my cover."

Wen Jing was a little relieved and patted her son's head.

Han Shaozhe reprimanded coldly, "Go back, don't come again."

What she said just now, he heard clearly on the phone.

But it doesn't matter what kind of person she is.

Whether she is a good woman and wife is not important.

The important thing is that she is the person confessed in the mother's will.

Yingying's shoulders shrank, her eyes flickered, and she mustered up the courage to go forward and grab his arm. His body froze, trying to push her away, but for some reason, she didn't make a move.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, smiling like a flower, "Then you come with me, I'm so hungry, let's go have a big meal."

"No appetite." He looked straight at the large empty wall in front of him, very focused.

Yingying persuaded in a whining voice, "You have to eat even if you don't have an appetite. People are like iron and rice is steel. You have to eat. Take care of your health for me."

Dan Qing twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, showing ownership everywhere.

As if afraid of being snatched away, it is not tiring to repeatedly hint and show affection.

She lowered her head and tried to weaken her sense of existence as much as possible, but she still couldn't avoid the opponent's intentional attack.

Yingying turned her head with a smile, "By the way, little girl, the eighth day of March next year will be our big day. I will make up a wedding invitation for you. You must come."

Danqing felt a pain in his heart, and wanted to cry sourly, but pretended he didn't hear it, and continued to pretend to be dumb.

Yingying didn't get the desired effect, and felt very upset.

Her interest waned.Hooking his arm and walking out, "Honey, let's go."

The word "husband" is loud and clear, as if I'm afraid others won't hear it.

Like two sharp arrows piercing Danqing's heart, the blood was dripping and the pain was unstoppable.

She closed her eyes, clasped her hands tightly, and secretly told herself not to lose her composure.

All that was left of her was a sliver of self-respect.

Shaozhe endured the piercing voice, pretending to casually glance over where Danqing was standing, but unfortunately she lowered her head and couldn't see anything clearly.

When Yingying passed by her, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, she deliberately cast a triumphant look over her, but all her thoughts were wasted, and she didn't even look at her.

As soon as he was out of their sight, he immediately pulled down her arm and said coldly, "Let go."

Yingying felt a stabbing pain in her heart, and her face was displeased, "What do you mean?"

Angry at her for that little vixen?How could he do this to her?
Shaozhe had a cold face, and his tone was as cold as snow, "What you did today was too much, I don't want this kind of thing to happen again."

She was startled, and hurriedly defended, "I didn't do anything, and I didn't do anything wrong."

Shao Zhe stared at her coldly, for a long time, until she felt chills in her heart, and her heart felt hairy.

(End of this chapter)