C22

Su Mo, this bastard, what was he trying to do? He opened his arms wide, only to see that senior Cui Li had been hugged by a bear and slapped his face twice. Senior Cui Li's back must have been slapped so hard that he hurt a lot.

What a disgraceful thing, he could do anything that was thrown in his face.

"Su Mo, this is …"

Marriage is founded on equality and openness, and there is no need to hide it.

"This is my teacher, Xing Biao."

Xing Biao raised his eyebrows, raised his chin, tidied his clothes, stuck out his chest and raised his head, feeling that he had turned from a rogue to a gentleman.

He liked this identity. It was much more refined, much more refined. It was much more pleasing to the ear than a wife, wife, or husband.

The first time …

Being called that. crowned with one person's everything, my sir, Xing Biao. Hear, hear, what a nice name to use, Su Mo's mister, Su Mo's masters, Su Mo's other half, Xing Biao!

That's him, that's Xing Biao!

He proudly stood beside Su Mo and accepted his gaze.

Cui Xun could hardly believe it, this was probably the first time in many years that someone had lost so many face in an hour.

His chin almost fell to the ground.

How is this possible? This, how is this possible?

He pointed at Xing Biao and looked at him, his mouth cramping.

"You, you, your husband?"

"Yes, senior. We're getting married at the end of the month."

"Senior, I will send you an invitation." "Welcome to our wedding."

Xing Biao also changed his words, and in an instant he became more refined. He who pretends to be a man of culture.

Cui Xun almost cursed out loud. Who the hell was your senior?

Otherwise, everyone would pretend. Cui Xun pulled the corner of his mouth back, took a deep breath, and then breathed deeply again as he shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"So, I don't have a chance?"

"He's my wife, don't think too much of him."

Su Mo smiled faintly.

"Senior really knows how to joke around."

"Hehe, there's no point in saying this now. "However, I wish you happiness."

Stretching out his hand, even though he had thought of it in the past, he didn't have any more thoughts now. He only felt pity for him. He was too late.

Xing Biao reached out and grabbed Cui Xun's hand.

"Don't worry, I will make him very happy."

Cui Xun felt that his palm was about to break from his pinch. Afraid of you. The smile on Cui Xun's face was still as polite as ever. He started to squeeze his hands back, pressing them hard against each other.

"Then take good care of my Junior."

Xing Biao's hand was like a pincer as it was grabbed back. Gritting his teeth, he gave him a sinister smile.

"This is my lifelong goal."

Cui Xun frowned. Damn it, it was painful, his hand was about to break.

Su Mo had already ignored them, don't think that he did not see that. His hand that was holding each other's hand was already pale red.

"Cui Xun, which room is your office? I have some questions for you. "If it's convenient, please come over quickly."

Xing Biao let go of Cui Xun first, and took the chance to pinch him again. It was so painful that Xing Biao grimaced in pain, and shook his hand off. After catching up to Su Mo, he supported him up to his waist.

"Slow down, don't fall."

Cui Xun looked at the two of them and smiled. Love or not, I can tell. He was determined to fight Xing Biao, and Xing Biao would rather eat a little loss than go and take care of Su Mo. I understand, he didn't like Su Mo as much as I had imagined. Su Mo is a good friend, but he would definitely not become his partner.

They are all scheming people, love is not scheming, but bit by bit see.

The first instinctive reaction of the body was all for that person. This was love.

Instead, it was all a blessing.'s wedding was not as shocking as before.

Although Xing Biao didn't really like the look of it, he was also a little careless.

Roar, roar, give me some strength. It's the third round today. Collect branches and throw it at me.