Chapter 142: Like the sun piercing through the mist.

He seemed stunned for a moment, lowering his voice and whispering in her ear.

"Zhuang Xiaosheng looks at you with the same eyes as Zhong Shaoqing, my feeling will not be wrong."

After a pause, his tone changed, and he said in an extremely serious tone, "You are not allowed to contact him privately behind my back." ”

She glanced at him and smiled, "Why don't you review yourself?" ”

His dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked directly at her: "What's wrong with me?" ”

She calmly met his gaze and pulled the corners of her mouth: "You have so many spare tires, what are you pretending to be innocent?" Jin Yan, Xin Ying, and now there is a small cloud. ”

After a pause, she sighed helplessly: "Xiaoyun appeared in the box tonight, is that what you mean?" ”

She could see that Xiaoyun was interested in him, and he couldn't have noticed it at all.

Did he do this on purpose to provoke her?

"That's right, I promised Xiaoyun before to take her to see the world, and the song is a regular entertainment venue, what's wrong with letting her see it?"

He raised his eyebrows, and an almost rogue smile hung on his lips, but it was unusually good-looking.

Her eyes suddenly turned cold, but the smile on her lips was still faint and light.

"Mr. You, maybe you just want to help her, but do you know what she thinks in her heart?"

Her expression fell silent for a moment, and she fell into her own thoughts.

She was sure that Xiaoyun was infatuated with You Haoze, and she was not surprised at all by this kind of thing.

It is normal for a little girl like Xiaoyun who has just entered society to be infatuated with a mature and successful man like You Haoze. The more You Haoze treats her, the more she misunderstands and delusions, and she is even more deeply infatuated with him and cannot extricate herself.

You Haoze smiled disapprenously, looking at her slightly, his dark eyes were clear and sharp.

The delicate eyebrows raised slightly, Lin Zitong retracted his thoughts, and his eyes turned to him.

His fingertips lightly brushed the tip of her nose, curled his lips wickedly, and said, "Wife, I don't care what she thinks, I only care what you think." ”

The language is playful and ridiculous.

Slippery oil cavity!

Sweet talk!

She looked at his bright and handsome face and deep dark eyes, and longed to stuff a big snowball into his mouth, wanting to yell at him but didn't know what to yell at, and stared at him viciously with wide eyes.

"Who else but those few? How many women have you bewitched with this face? ”

"Well, there must be quite a few." You Haoze paused slightly, and said with a little cunning: "However, many women take a fancy to me and want to follow me, just for money. ”

She was slightly coquettish: "Really? Are you very proud? ”

"Where am I proud? It's too late for me to hide from them! ”

You Haoze's eyes burned at her, and his dark eyes said softly with infinite affection.

"How many times do you want me to say it?

The proudest thing in my life is to marry you.

Don't think about it all day, no woman can compare to you.

In my mind, you will always be unique. ”

Her heart was filled with infinite excitement and emotion, and she quietly crouched in his arms, whispering softly.

"I hope so, I'm really, not very good at chopping peach blossoms."

She said a little helplessly, You Haoze kissed her lightly on the cheek, her dark eyes flashed with happiness, and she said softly.

"You don't have to, you're a knife in your own right.

Even if it's not by my side, this knife will cut those peach blossoms to pieces.

Why don't you use your own hands. ”