Dark husband, come to the bowl

Qian Manman shrugged disapprovingly. She wanted to live the life she wanted. So many shackles are too tired!

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In the second half of the night, instead of waiting for Nangong Junyu, Liang Hao was waiting.

This is the first time since Nangong Junyu talked to Liang Hao last time.

He appeared in front of the bar in Taoyuan wearing a casual suit. Qian Manman was helping Jinfeng wash the cups.

"Ms. Qian, it's interesting to be a little sister here instead of a good star?" Liang Hao said.

Qian Manman looked up and saw Liang Hao laughing. She rolled her eyes and didn't want to pay attention to him. She continued to wash the cup with her head down.

"I saw your husband today." After Liang Hao ordered a glass of wine, he sat on the bar and spoke to Qian Manman. Regardless of Qian Manman, he ignored him. He continued: "but really, your husband is really handsome. No wonder you don't respond to a handsome man like me."

"It's said that you have a deep conflict with his mother, don't you?"

"Liang Hao, are you upset?" Qian Manman couldn't listen any more, she replied discontentedly.

"Are you willing to pay attention to me?" Liang Hao just laughed and took a sip of wine: "his mother is really hypocritical. I'm on your side."

Qian Manman gave him a white look and didn't reply.

"I thought I could see you at the banquet, but I didn't expect to see your husband. It seems that you hate Nangong Qingle..."

"Liang Hao, can you shut up?" Qian Manman raised his voice and growled.

"My mouth is mine. Should I listen to you?" Liang Hao smile more and more brilliant, his face slightly red, should be drinking a lot of wine.

"Don't let me ask the security guard to coax you out!"

"Don't you open your door to do business? Can't you catch up with the guests?"

"Guests like you are not welcome here."

"Qian Manman, you don't need to be so stingy. I just want to pull you to be an artist under our banner. How many people want my Qingmi? You're a woman who doesn't know how to praise me!" Liang Hao smile: "but because of this, I like it."

"That's how you want me to be your artist?" Qian Manman picks his eyebrows.

Liang Hao nodded.

"What's in it for me?"

"Let you do what you want!"

"You like me, don't you?" Qian Manman asked directly. After that, she was a little embarrassed and asked too directly.