"Lin Yao said that Sister Yue insisted on asking about the wedding night between Lin Yao and me last night. After Lin Yao told her, her face turned strange."
Fang Xiaole answered honestly.
"Fuck!"
Hong Sanshi understood and pointed at Fang Xiaole and said depressedly:
"You two are harming me!"
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry, and Zhang Bo also followed Hong Sanshi.
Fang Xiaole shook his head helplessly, said hello to Mo Yan and Fang Fang, and prepared to go home to be with his wife.
Last night Lin Yao said she wanted to go to the movies this afternoon, and then the two of them would discuss the itinerary for their honeymoon together.
At the same time, Fang Xiaole was still a little worried about Lin Yao's "injury" last night. He was afraid that this silly girl would find all kinds of housework to do at home and tire herself out, so he had to go back quickly to supervise her.
"Mr. Fang."
Before leaving, Mo Yan suddenly stopped him and asked:
"You don't plan to hide Wanmu's identity anymore?"
Fang Xiaole laughed and said, "He's just a young hunk. Even with the name Wan Mu, we can still deal with him."
After saying that, he left.
"Tsk tsk, Zhang Xuyuan's fans are really stupid. Why did they have to mess with Sister Yao when they could mess with anyone else? Now they've even angered Platinum Talent."
Fangfang sighed.
"Aren't you quite dissatisfied with Fang Xiaole? Why are you so confident in him now?"
Mo Yan asked with a smile.
"Who told him to use me as a mouthpiece for that thing with Sister Yao? He almost exhausted me to death!"
Fangfang felt depressed when she recalled the scene at that time, and then she said to Mo Yan:
"But Sister Yan, I really didn't expect Fang Xiaole, who is usually so quiet, to be so fierce when he gets angry!"
Mo Yan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Now I feel relieved."
Fangfang asked curiously, "What do you mean by relieved?"
"I used to worry that Fang Xiaole didn't like Lin Yao as much as she liked him, but now, I'm finally relieved."
Mo Yan smiled.
"Why?" Fangfang asked.
Mo Yan walked to the window, gently stroking her belly, looking at the scorching sun outside and the busy traffic downstairs, and said with a relieved smile:
"Yaoyao devoted herself wholeheartedly to Fang Xiaole, and she ultimately became Fang Xiaole's Achilles' heel. Tell me, what should I be worried about?"
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