Exclusive Possession: Master Leng's Exclusive Cute Wife

"Also..."

"Ruo'an has a really good figure."

"Yes, it's also good for Ning Zhisong."

"Yes, if only my girlfriend could do the same."

"You see, Ning Zhisong was betrayed by his brother, but the woman immediately came to comfort him. It's really happy."

"Yes, it's so punctual."

"Last time I broke my head for him, this time for him. You see, it's raining. How concerned you are. It seems that you love him very much."

"You say they don't turn off the lights every night, is it all night..." a man burst into laughter.

"Almost... When do you think Ning Zhisong wants it? If an doesn't dare to resist, he will give it a massage. It's really a perfect girlfriend."

"Yes, what does she think of shangning Zhisong? Is it not because of money?"

"Isn't Ouye richer than Ning Zhisong? If an still chose Ning Zhisong, I think she should really love. If she had money, now she should go to Ouye."

"Yes, no amount of money is useless. It's important to have a perfect girlfriend like ruo'an. Everyone envies her. She has a good figure and can be at any time..."

"Stop talking. The more you talk, the more you envy."

"There's nothing else to say."

In the face of the two journalists who are blocked by flowers and trees and can't see what's going on inside, they can only chat here to kill their envy and jealousy.

"Oh, look, the flowers are moving."

"Ning Zhisong has good energy."

"In the face of such a beautiful girlfriend, you have good energy."

"That's true."

I don't know how long it took. Finally, the flowers and trees stopped moving. The reporters said to themselves again: "is it over?"

"Finish it quickly, or I'll rush more."

"What were you doing?"

"Take pictures."

"Come on, Ning Zhisong will kill you."

"Cut..."

After the two finished, the reporter saw Ning Zhisong appear in the camera. The reporter caught Ning Zhisong again. Ning Zhisong slowly put on his clothes, sat on the ground and looked at the direction of flowers and trees, which should be ruo'an's direction, as if he was talking.

"An an..."

Ruo'an slowly put on her clothes. Her cheeks were red and her head was slightly lowered: "no one."

Ning Zhisong smiled happily: "An'an, believe me, no one, if someone..." Ning Zhisong looked around for a week and continued: "but there won't be..."

Ruo'an put on her clothes and stood up. Ruo'an appeared in the reporter's lens. The reporter pushed each other excitedly. Ruo'an's cheeks turned red. It just seemed that there was love in her eyes. She stared at Ning Zhisong and walked slowly to help Ning Zhisong tidy up her clothes.

Ning Zhisong stretches his eyebrows and eyes, stares at ruo'an and remains silent. After ruo'an has finished his clothes, he says to Ning Zhisong, "do you want to rest a little longer?"

"No," Ning Zhisong continued, "Ann, are you tired?"

Ruo'an shook her head and said shyly to Ning Zhisong, "I'm fine, song..." ruo'an whispered, "if you're unhappy, tell me... I..."

Ning Zhisong held ruo'an's arm tightly. He looked at ruo'an very seriously: "An'an, I'm very happy. You're so good to me, I'm very happy."

Ning Zhisong paused and then said, "although I sometimes think of Yuqi and feel a little upset, I'm not unhappy. Don't worry about me..."

No matter how Ning Zhisong explains, Ruan knows that Ning Zhisong is comforting herself.

"Oh..." ruo'an smiled sweetly and pretended that she believed, which made Ning Zhisong a little relaxed.

Ning Zhisong stared at the sweet ruo'an and kissed ruo'an gently in the morning dew. It was like a dragonfly, but it was wonderful.