Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

"Well, thank you!" Qianxia pursed her lips and pulled the corners of her mouth.

"Didn't I say don't say thank you to me?" Ji chenyao gently twisted his eyebrows and intimately pinched her nose. Mou Guang glanced at ye Shengyan intentionally or unintentionally again.

He just wants him to see that it is very easy to take qianxia away.

But at this time, ye Shengyan "Teng" stood up, strode close, and suddenly pulled qianxia's wrist and pulled her to himself. As soon as the demon's eyes were lifted, he seemed to be angered, "since you have sent her back, you can go. Qianxia, don't say goodbye to him?" He turned his eyes sideways, and the dark and fierce eyes locked her tightly.

Thousand summer Huoran a stiff, hesitated and did not speak.

"I have something to tell thousands. Terror can't go now." Ji chenyao took his look into his eyes and smiled. He also reached out and gently held qianxia's other hand.

For a moment, qianxia stood between two men, forming a pattern of being contested.

"I......" Qian Xia opened his mouth hard, but he didn't know what to say? Refuse Ji chenyao? Or against yeshengyan? It seems that both of them are things she doesn't have the courage to do.

Stiffness spread in the tight air, and the atmosphere shrouded in a room was particularly abrupt.

But at this time, Tang Zixuan, who had been a little distracted, suddenly stood up and trembled. She bit her lips and stared at qianxia with cold eyes. "It's because of you every time. What do you want to do and what do you want to make things like?"

With this cold reprimand, qianxia's chest was stifled, and tears almost rushed into her eyes in panic.

"Sorry..." she bit her lips, covered her face with long black hair, and shook her head gently. She seemed to be trying to suppress something, but after all, she couldn't hold back her tears.

Night Shengyan frowned and looked back. His voice suppressed a cold warning, "Zixuan, go upstairs and have a rest."

"I don't! Yan, do you remember what you promised me? " Tang Zixuan's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he walked in front of him with some excitement. His complex eyes were mixed with fragmentary hatred. "Now you didn't do it, do you want to force me to repent? I promise you not to hate her anymore is my limit. What else do you want me to do? Can't you keep a distance from her in front of me? "

"My patience is limited. If I have another chance, I won't have a second chance."