"Master Sheng got up so early in the morning just to play tricks on me?" Li Cuo couldn't help but get angry.
Sheng Liangfeng paused while flipping the newspaper and said nonchalantly: "So what?"
She didn't know how to answer for a moment. In terms of their relationship as husband and wife, she and he were in name only; in terms of friendship, she was not the same person; even in terms of kindness, he no longer owed her anything. Where does her anger and sadness come from?
"Sheng Liangfeng," Li Cuo sneered, "If you are angry with your old friend, why not find a well-matched young lady? Why find me, a thief with dirty hands and feet?"
"You worry too much," Sheng Liangfeng raised his eyebrows, "How can you compare with her?"
"You married me just because I look exactly like Lu Xin?"
"Yes, so what? No, so what?"
If you say no, I will try my best to protect you; if you say yes, Sheng Liangfeng, I will stay far, far away from you.
"What you want," Li Cuo turned around and went upstairs, leaving behind a proud figure, "I will get it for you."
She had so many things she wanted to say to him, but in the end, she only said this. I want to say I love you, but when my words come to my mouth, I will help you.
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