Chapter 1720

Fu Tingyuan raised his hand and pressed her head, "don't think about it."

Ronan at the beginning of a little weak closed his eyes, "I want to relax."

Fu Tingyuan said, "well, when your eyes are good, we will continue to take wedding photos, and then go back."

Hearing that Fu Tingyuan said about the wedding photos, Luonan was a little helpless: "you still talk to me about the wedding photos."

"Can't you come back empty handed?" He stroked her hair, looked down at her face, and said in a warm voice, "you still want to marry me, don't you?"

Ronan hugged him for the first time

Like a passer-by, to witness the end of a woman.

She couldn't do anything for her after all.

But I have tried my best. Although the ending is regretful, I can't say what I regret.

It can only be said that God has never tolerated that person, and she is indeed more than enough heart but not enough strength.

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Ronan spent another month on the island.

After taking wedding photos with Fu Tingyuan, he went back from Das island.

On the day when she returned to London, she was already tired and paralyzed. She fell asleep for nearly 24 hours at a time. Fu Tingyuan thought she was pregnant again. He took her to the hospital to have a check-up and was sure she was not pregnant.

Because the new couple did not return and stagnated wedding planning started again.

The time was set at the end of the month.

Luonanchu was so thin that she couldn't wear the custom-made dresses when she came back. The designer gave her the task to quickly put on five pounds in a month.

After Yu Xiaoyu knew this, he sighed with her: "sister Luo, cut my meat to you!"

After she married Yan Qingfeng, she was pampered too well, and her waist had been two circles fatter than when she was just married.

Although in fact still normal figure, but for the side is thin in small fish, the blow is too big.

What's more hateful is that Yan Qingfeng knew she was going to start losing weight and gave her a meal because she felt better if she was fatter.

This group of men, as long as they are comfortable in bed, where the women face the sadness of small skirt can not be inserted.

Huarong leisurely by plane to have tea with her.

Huajia has already established a firm foothold on Wall Street in the United States, and she finally doesn't need to fly from place to place. In addition to some shameless person who is too involved in the flower family's business, and the business relationship between the two families has been completely inseparable, Huarong is a rare and comfortable time.

"That's you. If you go out and take a wedding photo, you can also photograph a terrorist attack."

In the leisurely sunshine of summer afternoon, Huarong leans on the reclining chair and drinks coffee lazily. Her body is a red tulle skirt of an unknown Italian brand. The skirt tail is gently blown by the breeze and floats slightly on the edge of her white and slender ankle.

She had a pair of Brown Sunglasses on her face, and her voice was lazy and casual, like a Persian cat in the afternoon sun.

Ronan sat opposite her and sighed that there were people in the world who were so amazing just by their temperament.

The face of the flower is not very beautiful, some facial features are hard to hurt, but let Ronan find something more beautiful than her, I'm afraid the whole entertainment industry is hard to find it.

No wonder after she left, Feng Jin never looked for another woman.

Such amorous feelings, amazing once, how other women and eye.

"Tingyuan and I are going to get married," Luo Nanchu chuckled. "What about Fengjin and you? Didn't you think about when to remarry? "