Diamond Wedding: Exclusive possession of mystery wife

"Grandpa, everyone is here. Please hurry up and have a few greetings." Han Yue quickly changed the topic to avoid being rewarded by his grandpa.

Old man Han saw through his careful thinking and snorted. For the sake of today's birthday party, he didn't talk about him anymore.

Next, Mr. Han said a few polite words on the stage, and then the birthday banquet officially began.

Tonight's birthday banquet was planned by Han Yue. By his hand, the birthday banquet is naturally much more interesting.

Not long after the birthday party began, the waltz music came to mind in the banquet hall.

The light suddenly changed, and the luxurious crystal lamp reflected gorgeous colors, driving away the darkness in the middle of the dance floor.

This link can be said to be familiar to the people present.

The noble and young people of the aristocratic family invited the celebrities to the dance floor. Although many rich children's eyes were glued to Jian Qing, no one dared to come forward to invite them to dance.

They are not stupid. Quan Jingwu's giant Buddha is there. They don't want to die.

For Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing, almost no one wants to invite them to dance, but Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue, the two diamond kings, are the eyes of many celebrities.

Unfortunately, my concubine is affectionate. Lang has no intention.

Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue refused wave after wave of celebrities without hesitation. They clinked glasses and drank each other.

"Why don't you flirt with your sister tonight?" Quan Mingxuan took a sip of the wine and looked at the people around him jokingly.

"My old man can watch." Han Yue shrugged and said.

If he gets closer to the daughter of any family, maybe his grandfather will have to lead the red line for him.

Marriage, this kind of thing, don't fuck him for the time being.

He doesn't want to be tied up in marriage yet.

Quan Mingxuan smiled knowingly.

It's rare that this product is afraid sometimes.

Han Yue was unhappy when he looked like gloating.

His amorous peach blossom eyes picked up slightly, stretched out his hand to smoke the roses placed on the table and handed them to Quan Mingxuan, "ah Xuan, why don't I dance with you?"

The magnetic voice said softly, and Quan Mingxuan's goose bumps fell to the ground.

"You talk to me."

What kind of wind is this.

Han Yue smiled more and more deeply. "Aren't I talking to you well?"

Shit.

I can't stand it anymore.

Quan Mingxuan shook his mouth and raised his hand to slap the back of his head impolitely.

Han Yue covered his head and resumed his consistent tone.

"Quan Mingxuan, you owe me a beating."

Well, it's finally back to normal.

Quan Mingxuan took back his hand with satisfaction and said, "you're still normal."

Han Yue was angry and threw the rose in his hand at him.

"Fuck you, this flower is for your grave."

Hearing the speech, Quan Mingxuan was not angry. He picked up the rose and threw it on the table.

"No, keep it for yourself."

Han Yue looked around and asked, "where's Jingwu?"

"I'm looking for my daughter-in-law." Quan Mingxuan said.

Han Yue said, Yu Guang didn't know what to see, and a funny smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Ah Xuan, let's go and have a look."

"What are you looking at?" asked Quan Mingxuan.

Han Yue said, "of course it's a good play."

Then he pointed to the white figure not far away.

Quan Mingxuan looked along his line of sight. It was Chu Yi mark.

And his direction is simple and clear.

Hasn't he been beaten enough by Jane Qing in J City last time?

"Let's go. There must be a good play now."

Before he could react, Han Yue dragged him over.

In that compartment, Jane Qing was concentrating on eating her dessert and should say a few words to Quan Yifei from time to time.

"Xi Rou, why don't you go dancing?"

Quan Yifei looked at Song Xirou and asked.

She's here. She can't talk to Jane about anything else.

Song Xirou smiled shyly and said, "my boyfriend doesn't like me dancing with other men."

Quan Yifei smiled and turned her eyes to Jian Qing.

"Jane Qing, you're the third. Aren't you tired?"

Although she also likes dessert, she feels bored when she eats the two small cakes. She begins to eat the third one.

Jane Qing put down her fork, picked up the juice and took a sip.

"OK."

"Jian Qing!"

The gentle voice came from my side, like the drizzle in March, clear and elegant.

Quan Yifei turned her head and was stunned when she saw the visitor.

Chu Yi mark!

What's he doing here?

Song Xirou looked at Chu Yi trace, and then looked at Jian Qing. There was a bit of disdain and a bit of jealousy at the bottom of her heart.

While climbing Jingwu, he hooked up with Chu Yi trace.

Jane, you're a good means.

Jane hung her eyes and poked the dessert on the plate with her fork, but she didn't take a bite.

For the arrival of Chu Yi trace, the whole process was ignored.

Chu Yi's eyes reflected the dark figure. Seeing her indifference, the smile at the bottom of his eyes gradually solidified.

He stepped forward and looked at her with low eyes, "Jane Qing, I think we can continue to talk about the topics we didn't finish last time."

Hearing the speech, Quan Yifei was stunned and looked at Jian Qing suspiciously.

Unfinished topic?

When did Jianqing have anything to do with Chu Yihen?

Jane Qing put down her fork, got up and looked at him indifferently. "I think what I said last time should be clear enough. Also, we are not familiar. Please call me Miss Jane. Thank you."

Chu Yicheng didn't like to see her look at him with the eyes of a stranger, which made him want to grab her to his side.

"Good treasure!"

The man's magnetic and dumb voice sounded, and Jane's eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a warm color.

This very bad treatment fell at the bottom of Chu Yi's eyes, which was quite ironic.

Jane Qing doesn't care what he thinks. She bypasses him and wants to leave.

Chu Yi scar Jun Yan was cold and unexpectedly stretched out his hand to grab her wrist.

He's fast. Someone's faster than him.

Wearing high heels, Jian Qing is still agile.

Keep your toes light and step back from his hand.

As soon as he stood firm, his back hit the man's strong chest.

The cold fragrance lingered in his nose, and Jane leaned against his arms with her red lips.

Quan Jingwu wrapped her arms around her waist and looked up at Chu Yi trace, with frost on the bottom of her eyes.

"Chu yiscar, don't challenge my bottom line."