President Daddy's spoils me too much

An Qing suddenly said, "Why are you here?"

He Shaolin strides over and guards an Qing behind him. He looks at the man in front of him. His eyes are hostile. "An Qing is mine."

"Are you kidding?" Murphyran stood up with a cold light in his eyes.

What happened to him? Ning Wan was worried for fear of fighting. When she was in a hurry, she found Fu Ting coming from afar.

"Did you tell him?"

"I just don't want Anqing to regret it." Fu Ting didn't dare to see Ning Wan. He said it seriously.

Ning Wan raised his foot and stepped on the man's leather shoes. Men eat pain, and strive to remain the same, "now, let them say it's good to open."

"Shut up!"

The man immediately dare not speak, bow head aggrieved appearance looks like a little daughter-in-law.

On the other side, mu feiran and he Shaolin have eyes intertwined. One is angry, the other is proud. Between the fire and lightning, an Qing frowns, "what do you want to do?"

Murphyran has been preparing for a long time and has been waiting for this day. He Shaolin is the one who wants to do something.

"Mr. He, please leave first." Murphyran didn't want to be angry in front of Anqing, and he forbear.

He Shaolin's hand is still on Anqing's shoulder. "Qingqing, let's go."

"Qingqing is mine." Murphyran took Anqing's hand, full of affection, "let's remarry! Don't go with him. "

"Remarriage?" Anqing suddenly looks up at the man in front of her.

Seeing a play, he Shaolin stroked An Qing's hand and repeated: "yes, remarriage, let me make up for you, let me love you."

"Let go!"

He Shaolin thought that Anqing said this to murphyran, and showed a satisfied smile.

"You let go." Anqing Qingqing wriggles her arm, breaks free and keeps a certain distance with he Shaolin.

The man looked at the empty hand, and his eyes were dazed, "you..."

"You go, we have nothing to say."

Hearing that, murphyran's eyes were all bright. "Qingqing..."

The complacency in his Shaolin's eyes disappeared, and the tense words were incoherent. "I'm wrong. I used to be wrong. I apologize to you. Don't drive me away, I love you, really... "

"You who have hurt Qingqing, what is your right to say that you love him?"

"I'm not qualified. Are you qualified?" He Shaolin snorts coldly. His eyes are full of contempt. "I'm the one Ann qingai loves."

Murphy didn't think so. "Even if he used to love you, he can't tell now."

"Is it? It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. Let anqing tell you. " Throughout, he Shaolin seemed confident.

Ning Wan couldn't help but say, "where is his confidence?"

"Because he knows that Anqing still loves him."

"How do you know?" Rather Wan disdains and hands the man a white eye.

Fu Ting looked indifferent. "I guess."

"Qingqing," he Shaolin said with the most handsome smile he thought, "tell him who you love."

"I......"

Seeing an Qing's indecision, Murphy panicked and shivered uncontrollably.

It's windy. It's cold outside. Anqing doesn't wear much. She shivers and sneezes a lot.

Murphyran said nothing, took off his suit coat and put it on Anqing. "Let's go in and talk."

The suit on an Qing's shoulder is very eyesore. He Shaolin wants to take it. At this time, Anqing pressed his hand, "he Shaolin, I used to love you very much, but I don't love you now."

"You What do you say? " He Shaolin is very stiff.

With the cold wind, the sky fell with little snowflakes.

Anqing looked up at the snow in the sky and smiled brightly at the sky. "I like snow very much. Later, when I was frostbitten by snow, I didn't like it so much. I prefer to sit by the bed and watch him fall quietly than play in the snow. "

"You are not you at all!"

Anqing hooked his lips. "What kind of me is the real me? I used to catch up with your pace, thought I would never be tired, but I found myself wrong, I will be tired, I will also hurt. Later, I slowly found that the person who warms me was beside me, and I found that I was slowly liking him. "

"Is that true?" Murphyran holds Anqing's hand, slightly shaking his body.

An Qing claps mu feiran's hand, signals him to be at ease, raises a bright smile and says to he Shaolin, "today Fei ran proposed to me, can you not disturb us?"

"Just think about it..."

Murphyran stood in front of Anqing. "You can go."

"Let's go. I'm through with you." Anqing said coldly and rushed into murphyran's arms. He said in a muffled voice, "I promise to be with you, but you will be obedient in the future."

"You promised me that?" Murphy was so excited that he held Anqing in his arms and said excitedly, "don't worry, I will be obedient, I will be!"He Shaolin stood like a wooden man, feeling cold all over. For a long time, he made a hoarse voice, "are you kidding me again?" He remembers that Anqing used to make such jokes.

"Do you think I'm kidding?" Anqing came out of Murphy and looked light. "If you think I'm joking, I'm serious to tell you that I'm not joking. I'm serious. I can't say things like being a friend. I hope we value each other.

"You're running away!" He Shaolin shouted, unable to control himself at all.

Anqing chuckled. "I made it clear that if you want to bless me, you can come in and have dinner together. If you don't bless us, you can leave now."

"It's cold outside. Let's go in." Murphy embraces Anqing and goes inside.

He Shaolin is still unwilling to hold out his hand to catch Anqing, but he only catches mu feiran's corner. The suit jacket fell lightly, stained with a snowflake.

An Qing and Murphy ran Weidun, two people continue to walk inside.

Fu Ting, who had been watching quietly, stepped up and patted the man on the shoulder. "Go back."

"No! Ann Qing must be joking with me again! " He Shaolin is going to rush inside.

Fu Ting pulls the man, "An Qing has said clearly, let go."

"If Ning Wan is going in with other men now, will you persuade yourself to let go?" He Shaolin made a cold voice and shook off the man's hand.

Turning around, he left quickly.

"Go and have a look." Ning Wan said to Fu ting.

"How do you get back then?"

Ning Wan pointed inside. "I'll go in and be a light bulb, and ask them to take me back."

"All right." Fu Ting left in a hurry.

He Shaolin is like a drunk, staggering on the road. A car came and nearly hit him. Fu Ting quickly rushed up and pulled him, "follow me."

When he arrived at the car, he Shaolin was at a loss and stared at the front.

"I'll take you back."

"I don't want to go back," he Shaolin grabbed his hair and was in agony. "I want to drink."

Fu Ting turns around and heads for the bar he often goes to.