[The cold and sinister surgeon VS the cool and charming translator]
[Sweet flirting + being blunt + long-planned + chasing his wife in the crematorium]
Mature woman vs. Mature man game, two people are sober but deeply trapped in love.
Xiao Rong saw the plain ring on Dr. Qing Leng's hand and lowered his eyelashes and smiled.
A long chestnut hair was wrapped around her fingers. The tips of their noses were touching, their eyes were moving and unclear.
She put the hair in her hands into the man's suit pocket and smiled: "It's a real marriage or a fake marriage. You'll know after you try it."
The tenderness faded, and she left a lipstick mark on the man's white shirt: "One hair seems not enough."
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The game is over, the entertainment is over, and Xiao Rong retreats decisively.
Dr. Chen walked from the altar to the casino and sat quietly and obediently next to him in a bright red dress.
I put 50 million all-in, but unexpectedly the other party played a prankster and all his wealth was wiped out.
Behind Xiao Rong, countless young people were gearing up, and the scene was once noisy and explosive.
Dr. Chen opened his lips coldly: "I'll pay for it, play another game, and come home with me."
She nodded.
Later, they chartered a plane and returned home in cash.
When he landed, Xiao Rong followed a man to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Chen Huan looked like a light bulb, his eyes were scarlet.
When Xiao Rong was about to sign, he grabbed her wrist tightly: "Use me for a few more years, and don't kick me so quickly, okay?"
