Drawers were opened and closed one by one.
Yan Funing lifted a corner of the car curtain with her fingertips and looked out, only to see a tall and graceful woman getting out of the car opposite. This person was Zheng Mingping.
He immediately hung it under the leather belt around his waist, adjusted it, and then sat back next to you contentedly.
"Liu Chengwen, you're so weird. He clearly distanced himself from you a few days ago, and now he's saying he wants to marry you. You really underestimate him. Does he really want to marry you, or does he have some other agenda?"
Yan Fu glanced at me and tried to stop me.
Your voice is as soft as a mosquito.
The woman was silent.
Still trying to get used to that kind of intimacy, you pushed my shoulder and leaned back in the chair.
The woman raised her head and kissed the corner of your lips: "Come and pick him up tomorrow. Nanyao's leg needs a follow-up checkup."
You knew what was wrong with you, so you quickly closed your eyes.
"You would have cut it with scissors and thrown it away."
"Nothing!" Yan Funing's face flushed immediately. She stood up and pushed me. "Let him go. Let him go slowly."
"Just listen to Mr. Fu." Yan Funing said.
Yan Funing pursed her lips and asked, as if possessed by a ghost: "He left then?"
Yan Funing patted her own face, and then told Caiyu to come back and serve.
As the woman moved, Yan Funing saw that I was wearing a jade ring under my little finger.
"He's a money-grubber. Why would he want it?" After a slight pause, the woman added, "It's two small boxes of gold, silver, and jewelry."
Sensing your resistance, Zheng Mingping restrained herself and let you go.
Liu Chengwen nodded, but still couldn't help but confirm: "If you marry Long Chi Anke as the Princess of the County, would he still be willing to marry you?"
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