Chapter 3 (1/2)

It's really heartless! Yesterday, I had a lot of trouble with myself. Today, I blatantly ignored myself.

Don't you want to marry yourself? How can you let yourself go with Rong Qianqian so that you're not afraid of marrying Rong Qianqian?

Song lengge's eyes towards Rong qianxia are full of gloom.

”Brother song, let's go?” looking at Song lengge staring at Rong qianxia's back, Rong Qianqian pulled his sleeve. It's not easy to have the opportunity to be alone with the person you like. How can she allow song lengge to focus on others.

”In front of the manor is a huge garden, in which many chrysanthemums loved by grandma are planted. Now it's a good time to bloom...” Rong shallow walked on the side of song lengge, with a shy and sweet smile on his face, peeking at the men around him from time to time.

He has cold eyes and sharp eyes. His military career all year round has also created a man's straight and resolute slender body. Wearing a black shirt on him brings out a taste of abstinence and adds a charm to the man.

Rong shallow's cheeks were crimson. She liked him and recognized him from the first time she saw him.

But Mingming Rong qianxia ignored him and had a cold attitude. He even disappeared with other men for a whole year. He rushed to see her the first time he received Rong qianxia's phone call.

Thinking of the scene he saw last night, Rong shallow felt that a sense of acid almost drowned her.

Mingming is much better than shallow Xia. Why can't he compete with her?

Rong shallow bit his lips, and his watery eyes gently looked at Song lengge.

”Brother song, do you like your sister?” when Rong shallow said this, the exquisite small face almost pasted on song lengge's face.

Song lengge's eyes were cold, his sword eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and pushed his face away from him.

”Who made you so close to me?” song lengge waved his hand coldly and spoke impolitely. ”Also, do I like Rong qianxia? Is that what you should ask?”

In addition to Rong qianxia, he didn't like other women to be close to him, and he didn't like the way they were tender and tender in front of him.

Although he didn't agree to marry Rong qianxia now, he couldn't see what was in front of him.

Pushed away by song lengge, Rong Qingqian's body froze, and a reluctant smile was on Li huadaiyu's face, ”I just care about my sister. After all, our two families have to discuss marriage, and my sister has just come back...”

Listening to her talking to herself, song lengge just looked coldly and turned away.

Thinking of the woman with other people's names engraved on her last night and her spring night, song lengge walked towards the kitchen with a cold face and without saying a word.