He definitely wants to embrace the beauty as soon as possible, but Fan Mengrou is like a castle surrounded by copper walls and iron walls, which cannot be conquered for a long time.
"It's not easy for her to get engaged. Can my parents just ignore it?" Fan Chen finally showed mercy and couldn't bear to see how pitiful his brother was: "Everyone has shortcomings, and Zhan Yi is no exception. Go check it out. This person, then, prescribes the right medicine.¡±
"Why didn't I think of it?" Xu Lang's eyes lit up.
Fan Mengrou is indeed unable to capture the city for a long time, but if he is the only one attacking the city, victory will be his sooner or later.
"You are a fan of the authorities." Fan Chen looked at the unfinished work at hand and urged him: "Hurry up if you have nothing to do."
"Okay!" Xu Lang got up and walked outside. After walking a few steps, he suddenly looked back at him: "I said, what are your shortcomings? If someone wants Xia Xiaonian to leave you, how can you prescribe the right medicine?"
Fan Chen sneered: "That's a dream!"
Xu Lang gave him a middle finger and left angrily.
He hates to see other people's sweetness the most now. When he is not good, he hopes that everyone in the world will be unlucky. However, his brother showed affection around him every day, which almost irritated him to death.
Since we started with Zhan Yi, we had to investigate carefully. Xu Lang was determined to find out when Zhan Yi lost his first kiss.
But the plan didn¡¯t change. Fan Mengrou was about to leave before Zhanyi¡¯s investigation report came out.
The passport had been taken out, and when the staff there called to inform her, Fan Mengrou was still stunned - she had urged her several times, and she thought she would have to delay it again this time, but who knew that it would actually happen? alright.
She held the notebook in her hand, which was thin and weightless, but she didn¡¯t know why, but it felt heavy. Moreover, the feeling of impatient to leave at first has become a bit strange now.
Fan Mengrou was sitting on the sofa, holding the pillow in a daze.
When Xu Lang came back, he saw this scene - Fan Mengrou was wearing a halter top and a home knitted jacket outside. It was loose and loose. The clothes slid down from the shoulders and saw a slender shoulder strap, a large piece of it. Fair skin, and lovely round shoulders.
Xu Lang only felt his body tightening, and quickly looked away. If he continued to watch, he felt that he was making people angry: "Where are you watching TV?"
Hearing the noise, Fan Mengrou looked at him, her eyes a little confused: "Huh?"
Xu Lang changed his shoes before looking over again. He was shocked when he saw it. He quickly stepped forward: "What's wrong with you? Are you crying?"
But, Fan Mengrou's eyes were red, and there seemed to be some stained teardrops on her crow-feather eyelashes.
Xu Lang squatted beside her anxiously, raised his head and asked her: "What's wrong? You are talking!"
Fan Mengrou stared at him for a long time, then looked away, pointing lazily at the TV: "Watching Korean dramas, I'm so touched."
Xu Lang turned around, and what was playing on the TV was obviously a variety show, specializing in sketches and cross talk.
"I just changed the channel." Fan Mengrou saw what was on TV and quickly explained: "It's too sad. I don't want to watch it, so I just changed the channel to adjust my mood."
"Are you hungry?" Xu Lang didn't say anything, just smiled and asked her.
Fan Mengrou pursed her lips, feeling aggrieved: "I'm starving to death."
"I'm going to cook." Xu Lang patted her hand, as if coaxing a kitten: "We can eat in a while."
Fan Mengrou hummed and said no more. She found a comfortable position and lay down on the sofa. She watched the man enter the bedroom. Soon, he came out again. He had already changed into home clothes and strode towards the kitchen.
It¡¯s just that I can¡¯t bear to part with his cooking skills. That¡¯s it, it must be.
Fan Mengrou sighed leisurely, wondering why she was so sentimental recently. Could it be that being pregnant really affected her mood?
In the past, I was fast-paced, fast-talking, and fast-talking. When did I ever feel so awkward? The inexplicable sourness in her heart came from nowhere and kept haunting her. This invisible and intangible sadness made her feel very depressed, and she felt as if Lin Daiyu was buried in flowers. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com