It was rare for Wynn to see Leon's sullen face. He smiled gloatingly and said, "They have danced for a long time. They danced well. They look like a perfect match."
Leon cast a cold glance at him. Wynn immediately shut his mouth and said again in less than two seconds, "Since you're back, I'll leave now."
"Where are you going?" Leon just asked casually, and immediately thought of something, "Go to Avril's house?"
Tsk! Tsk! Wynn gave a sound and didn't retort. He patted Leon's chest, raised his eyebrows and gave him a meaningful look.
"I won't come back tonight. Wish you two have a good gathering. I have prepared a box of that things for you. That's enough."
'A box of that things....'
Leon glanced at him speechlessly and drove him away rudely. "If you want to go, hurry up."
"Okay." Wynn turned around and walked to the door. He thought, 'It is my home. Why should I leave as Leon wanted?'
He stopped and turned his head. When he met Leon's eyes, he turned around silently, opened the door and closed it considerately.
Leon was really a master he had to serve.
Leon turned off the music. The two stopped d
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I can't stop kissing you." Michelle shook her head, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. "I'm going to work, Leon. Is it convenient to take a taxi downstairs?"
"You don't need to take a taxi. I'll drive you there." Leon propped himself up with one hand, like a sleeping beauty. He watched Michelle brush her teeth, wash her face and come back to look for clothes.
At home, Michelle always closed the bedroom door, drew the curtain and began to change her clothes. When she habitually finished all this, she remembered that there was still a man on the bed, and immediately ran to the bathroom with her clothes.
She turned around again and again and stared at Leon, warning him not to peep at her.
Leon had been smiling all the time, more gentle than the sunshine outside the window. When Michelle came out neatly dressed, he said, "Michelle, let's go to get the marriage certificate."
He knew it was not the right time and place, and he didn't prepare anything. But on this ordinary morning, he suddenly wanted to tell her.
'Let's get our marriage certificate.
From now on, I can see you every morning when I wake up.'