The breeze is coming, and although the spring sun is dim, it is still slightly warm.

She felt like she was falling into an ice cellar, and a nauseous feeling welled up all over her body, so disgusting that it even made her feel a little sick to her stomach and cough uncomfortably.

This feeling came from Wen Yanru's words, how could he be so brazen that after causing so much damage to Hua Jian and Wen Yeting, he actually shamelessly hoped that Hua Jian could marry him.

She clenched her hands into fists and placed them on her chest, and turned to look at Wen Yanru, as if she was looking at a monster with a hideous face.

Wen Yanru said to himself again: "Between the flowers, I have thought about it. If you are still willing to marry......

"After being reborn, I play the heroine every day" Chapter 117 Promised marriage is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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