Chapter 2672

Leng Mei's face turned red rapidly with the speed of fire. She felt that she had been attacked by the fire all over her face. She could not be ashamed of herself.

"What kind of ghost is this? I don't want it..."

cold eyes turn around, pretending that she doesn't understand the photo on the album that emperor Lin gave her. She glances at her mouth, stretches out her long and straight beautiful hand and wants to tear up the album directly!

How can she keep such a shy thing!

Otherwise, in case of being seen...

her face will not be needed!

On the side of Leng Mei's album, when he tried to tear up the album, Emperor Lin seemed to know what she had done in the early morning. He took the album back directly from Leng Mei's hand with his taller body than Leng Mei.

"As a gift on the eve of marriage, it's better for me to keep it."

Emperor Lin said, holding the album high, turning to walk outside the gate.

Leng Mei is 1.7 meters tall. At the moment when Dilian snatched the album in his hand, he jumped up to snatch the album held in the air by Dilian, but could not reach it:

"give it to me! Give it to me! Leader, will you please give it to me? I will give it to me according to your posture in the future! "

Leng Mei chases emperor Lin all the way out of the room.

No one saw that the moment when the emperor came out of the door with the album he was begging for while holding the cold charm, the sharp arc was upward.

...

it's two weeks before DILIN promised her wedding.

In the countryside.

The cold charm who took emperor Linlin for a walk in the countryside has asked him for the 190 times:

"are you... Really going to marry me?"

In exchange, it was still emperor Lin's tireless reply: "yes."

He has been waiting for this day for a long time.

Leng Mei swallowed a mouthful of saliva deeply, then looked up at DILIN and asked repeatedly in another way: "then you... Are you really going to marry me?"

"Yes!" Emperor Lin is not tired of Leng Mei. His slender hands are connected with Leng Mei's slender five fingers. In this way, he stares at her with love without any concealment and replies solemnly.

Leng Mei swallowed a mouthful of saliva gently, pressed down the joy that could not be conveyed in her heart, and looked at the emperor with a smile:

"is that ok... I was just your mistress..."

at the critical moment, Leng Mei was shy.

She glanced at DILIN with a look of flowers waiting to be released.

Before the words had been completely dropped, Emperor Lin grasped her wrist and said coldly: "who said you were my mistress?"

He never thought of her as his lover!

"It's said so in the organization, and at that time I was only 16 years old and you forced me to be your mistress..."

Lengmei listened to DILIN's angry face, and she was puzzled for a while. She turned her head, tooted her mouth, and just explained.

A big head has come down from above.

He used his handsome lips to catch her small mouth, tossing and turning.

Damn it! From whom did the words of mistress come out!

He didn't plan to treat her as a mistress when he forced her from the beginning!

She married him, which is sooner or later!

...

on the wedding day of emperor Lin and Leng Mei, a group of people from Yunjian were invited to come as scheduled.

"Sister Jian, why don't you see Leng Mei and her husband?" Blue glaze drags the arm that considers, one face excitedly asks cloud paper.

"Wuwuwu, Lengmei is getting married. Will she play mahjong with us later?" I knead the eyes without tears, and opened my mouth with heartache.

"If you want to play mahjong, it's better for you to get rid of the follower who has been following you all the time!"

Blue glaze gently shook the arm of mindfulness and glanced at the back of mindfulness not far away.

But there stood a man in plain clothes, obviously standing here waiting for consideration.

It's farming.

"By the way, sister Jian, where do you think Leng Meina Ya has gone? Why don't you come out and play with us?" Blue glaze stamp foot, ask cloud paper.

But I saw a smile on Yunjian, which was not understood, and a faint smile said:

"maybe it's something that can't be told."

...

a wedding room.

The wedding is not over yet.

"Well, don't, don't, chief, don't pull. It'll be found later if you tear up the wedding dress..."

the soft voice of a girl, in exchange for someone's deeper treatment.

Night, still long.

Their story is not the end, but the beginning.