Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Hearing the ringing of the mobile phone, both of them looked confused.

Yun Bixue looked at the man with a flirtatious body. At this time, his beautiful and thrilling heart made her heart tremble.

"Sunshine is always after the wind and rain...you ask me how deep I love you..." The two lyrics skewered continuously.

Yun Bixue gently pushed away Xie Limo, pulled the clothes on one side, and his face was still blushing, and his eyebrows were even more touching.

She picked up the phone on the ground, and at first glance, it turned out to be Su Lenghan.

It seems that they have not been on the phone for a long time, their hands have been on the phone, their slender fingers are a little tight, and some are stunned.

Xie Limo got up and leaned on the chair next to him. The whole person showed the fascinating charm of the allure, and there was a temptation in the whole body.

He squinted at the little woman next to him, and said softly, "Why don't you pick it up?" The voice was dull and magnetic, and the heart of the sensation also made waves.

Yun Bixue gritted his teeth, and then slid his hand, and the phone was already connected. "Hello!" The voice was lazy and delicate, just after the passion.

Su Lenghan's eyebrows moved involuntarily, listening to such a voice, his heart rose with a complex feeling.

After three years of knowing, he has never heard such a soft voice, and it almost melted his heart.

"Hello?" Yun Bixue gave a second cold voice.

Su Lenghan tried to suppress his emotions, "Bi Xue, I heard that you were discharged from the hospital today, and I always wanted to see you. I couldn't get in. Are you okay?"

Yun Bixue felt that this phone call was somewhat inexplicable, but I thought that day he sent her and Xie Eleven to the hospital and gently said: "I am fine, thank you for sending me to the hospital in time that day. Will return it to you."

Although there is a warm family around me now, I think of Su Lenghan, but my heart still has a bit of bitterness.

It took her three years to look forward to the warmth of a family, but in the end she showed her the hearts and things.

"Bi Xue, I'm not..." As soon as he said it, Su Lenghan felt that he was a little poor, and he couldn't help thinking of the scene where he borrowed money from himself.

"Su Lenghan, I will hang up if there is nothing wrong. If you are in a hurry, I will go out and transfer the money to you tonight. You tell me the bank card number."

Since the emperor was injured that day, she understood how elegant and chilling this man was.

Su Lenghan listened to the beeping tone in her cell phone and knew that she had hung up the phone, and the feeling she couldn't tell was as if she was ashamed and empty, but she felt a little annoyed that the house was silent.

The cold wind of late autumn rolled up the curtains and blew into the room, bringing a hint of coolness, calming his mind, and his elegant face slightly curled up.

"Su Shao." The servants on the first floor bent down respectfully as they descended the stairs. They collectively felt that today's Su Shao's face was a little bad.

"Cold and cold, I arrived at your door and brought some dumplings personally, my mother made them."

A video at the gate of the villa appeared in the hall in the building, accompanied by a brisk sound.

The servant pressed the remote control inside the house, and the carved door of the villa slowly opened, and Meng Xinyan walked in with a trace of coldness, and suddenly plunged into Su Lenghan's arms, "Leng Han, it's so cold outside, it's yours warm."

"Fool, I don't know how to wear more." Su Lenghan's voice was soft, as if it could dispel the coldness in Meng Xinyan.

After meeting Lenghan with Su Lenghan, Meng Xinyan went into his house and took off his coat. When he saw the mobile phone he put on the table, he picked it up. The contact he had dialed turned out to be Yun Bixue.

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