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confidently said, "God of men, please obediently listen to me!"

"It's very simple. Kneel down and sing 'Conquest'!"

Something's not right. Why is it her song of conquest?

Depressed, was she dreaming, or was she living?

Patting his face, why isn't his face hurting? Why is his head dizzy?

What did she just say, could she go back on her words?

How could this man be so casual because he had some muscles? Where is your moral integrity?

Feng Cheng looked at Mu Qing Huan for two minutes.

Just as Mu Qing Huan's chin was pressed against the wall and she was planning to face the wall to think, he spat out one word, "Alright."

Good?

He agreed? Agree to marry her?

Well, get married!

Even if she was abandoned by Huang Fu Han, she had someone who wanted it!

"Hubby, you have to promise me something very important!" Impulsively, Mu Qing Huan grabbed Feng Xiao Cheng's hand and pouted, "It can only belong to me! No other hostesses are allowed! "

This woman …

"Move your hand away." Feng Cheng's tone was as cold as usual, his voice did not sound abnormal at all, as he grabbed onto her little hand, his self-control was really strong.

"No, you haven't promised me!" Curling his lips, Mu Qing Huan looked at him with anger and grievance.

Feng Cheng hugged Mu Qing Huan and stopped her hand from moving again, "Alright, I can promise you that …"

Mu Qing Huan's small hand loosened, and Feng Xiaocheng was saved.

"Wait a moment!" Mu Qing Huan patted her head. After thinking of something, she pushed Feng Cheng away and staggered towards the dance floor.

Feng Cheng thought that Mu Qing Huan had gotten drunk and grabbed her wrist forcefully, "I don't have much face, save yourself a bit of embarrassment."

Mu Qing Huan had a hidden bitterness in her eyes, "But, I … I don't have an account book with me. I want to go home and get my account book! "

"I'm afraid you'll run away with another woman!" Mu Qing Huan pushed aside Feng Cheng's restraint, took two steps forward, then turned back and tightly held onto Feng Cheng's shirt as he fiercely warned, "You must wait for me to come back and marry me!"

Feng Cheng lowered his head, and his gaze coincidentally fell on her clean and clear eyes.

Those were a pair of … Simple, harmless eyes.

Shifting his gaze downwards, he looked at her red nevus lacrimalis. "Mu, Qing, Huan, you will be my Mrs. Feng! I'll marry you! "

"No, I'll seal it for you!" With a crafty expression, Mu Qing Huan bit down hard on his chest until he lost all strength.

The alcohol mixed with saliva, sinking into the bite mark and clashing with the blood. It was only one word, pain.

Did she dare to mark him?

Under the heavens, no other woman dared to do such a thing!

When Feng Cheng came back to his senses, where was that delicate figure?

She was making a fuss about getting married, and she was going with him.

She said she would come, so, wait for her …

On the other side, the fashionable young woman with heavy makeup was observing Feng Cheng from afar.

Yan Nai Er was known as the national goddess.

She walked over in an elegant catwalk, lazily sizing up Feng Cheng. She knew that for so many years, he had always been searching for Xin Xin's mother, and the only clue he had was this bar. What kind of woman was able to climb onto Feng Cheng's bed?

Yan Nai Er's tone was filled with no jealousy, "Fourth Brother, who was that woman just now?"