God of War's Love: Forced to Marry a Cute Wife

Chapter 30 Brother 030 is just a legend
"Have you ever seen such a handsome man?" Luo Zhan still closed his eyes, speaking slowly.

Song Feiyu hurriedly looked away, this monstrous man, indeed a monstrosity, could tell that she was looking at him without opening his eyes.She was very suspicious, did he open his eyes?
She fell asleep again, turning her face out of the window.

Luo Zhan opened his eyes lightly, picked up today's newspaper, and indeed reported extensively on Cinderella's grand event last night, saying that it was a proposal idea that a certain CEO came up with in order to please his girlfriend.A certain president is still the son of a certain military commander, and his background is extremely brilliant.

This was originally something that would cause old man Luo to embarrass him, but at present, it seems that it is more likely to embarrass himself.

In fact, he has never been used to going in and out of the public eye, low-key has always been the tradition of the Luo family.Even his eldest brother, Deputy Mayor Luo, tried his best to show up less in front of the media and less limelight.

He thought of Deputy Mayor Luo, and couldn't help but glance at the tangled girl next to him.What would she look like if she knew that she was the daughter-in-law that Deputy Mayor Luo had ordered since she was a child?
surprise?frustrated?Unwilling?No matter which one, he can be sure that she will not pester her endlessly.I don't know where this determination came from, but he thinks so anyway.

"Fish Bubbles." He called her, with a rare gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and teasing.

Almost reflexively retaliated, she also laughed and provocatively said: "Boss Fei!" This name is not much better than Yu Paopao, and it can't even be on the stage.

Ah ha ha ha, Luo Zhan is really happy.I am in a good mood, and the lines on my sharp face are much softer.This girl is really good, she seems to not only remember Luo Ziao's nickname, but also his.Very good, with this performance, the bright red mouth will be closed for the time being.

"Why is my elder brother's chain in your hand?" The chain is not worth much, it is gold, and the weight is not high, but it is left by grandma to the eldest grandson, so it is precious.

"I picked it up." After three words, he pursed his mouth and refused to reveal more.

It's so strange, I picked it up, and I know who the owner is.Song Feiyu didn't want to mention anything about Deputy Mayor Luo, this was her only memory.

But obviously, Luo Zhan is not going to let her go: "Is Deputy Mayor Luo's fiancee pretty?"

Alas, Song Feiyu is annoyed to death by this chattering man, gossiping to death.Doesn't he cherish words like gold?Doesn't he reject people thousands of miles away?The rumors that have been going on for a long time are all fake.

Don't be obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend.It really is just a legend, nothing to be obsessed with.

Song Feiyu looked at the rapidly receding trees outside the car window: "Mayor Wen's daughter is of course beautiful." It was a declarative sentence, objective and plain, without a trace of sourness.

Luo Zhan originally wanted to talk about the little daughter-in-law, and tried to test her, but he was silent for a while, but he didn't want to talk about it.

It took at least two hours to get to the hospital.It's not in the urban area, but in a suburban county near City A.The reason why I chose that hospital was also because it was cheap.

After getting out of the car, Song Feiyu found out that the handsome Yang Wesson also drove up after him.Song Feiyu didn't have time to say hello, so he rushed away alone.

Luo Zhan looked up at the old building and stood still: "Wesson, arrange the transfer."

With a promise, he strode towards the doctor's office.

Wangjia private mental hospital, villa area.The wide lawn is neatly manicured.The small white villas are independent and refreshing, pleasing to the eye.

Song Feiyu was so busy that he was sweating profusely. He came out and sat on the stone steps, feeling melancholy, artistic and hypocritical.

Alas, it's really not hypocritical.How to calculate the account of Party A and Party B?Who is stuck with whom?

"Yu Paopao," Luo Zhan looked down at her, tall, stern, and rough and stylish: "Let's talk."

(End of this chapter)