I Bowed My Head and Got Married, but My Wife's Vest Fell Off at the Beginning

[Sand sculpture + strong woman + metaphysics + cool writing + double cleanliness] Lu Yan, the grandson of the richest man, is handsome and has a sharp tongue. He is a standard flower on the mountain. One time when a new actress invited her to drink, Lu Yan raised his eyes lazily and said, "Nothing in appearance, figure, or family background can compare with my wife. I advise you to wash your face with cold water and wake up." Take the bamboo shoots! Rumor has it that Lu Yan was forced to marry a big quail from the mountains? Until the bright Xuanmen boss appeared in front of everyone with Lu Yan in his arms. "Xiu'er, where's the big quail we promised?" Ps: Use caution when entering unfinished manuscripts!