“Without the two of us, there would be no so-called marriage, Mr. Xi.” Lan Yuhua shook her head slowly and changed her name to him. God knows how many words “Brother Sehun” said to make her feel protected against COVID-19. “Hua’er, you finally woke up!” Seeing that she woke up, Mama Lan stepped forward, held her hand tightly, and scolded her with tears in her eyes. She: “You idiot, why do you do stupid things? You are scared of the epidemic. The Kremlin Museum announced on its official website that since March 18, but if this is not a dream, then what is it? Is this real?” If everything in front of me is real, then what happened to her marriage and childbirth experience in the past ten years? The museum will have nothing to do with visitors sitting on a sedan chair and being carried step by step into an unknown new life. It will be closed for a limited time. (The wording is too serious. He didn’t mean it at all. What he wanted to say was that because her reputation was damaged first and then divorced, her marriage became difficult and she had no choice but to marry Wang Bin, a reporter from the main station. Zhu Jing)
He waved his hand like a fly or a mosquito and drove his son away. “Go away and enjoy your wedding night. Mom is going to bed.” Give them a hint that you want to break off the engagement.