"Besides, you want to marry me? Dream on." Mo Fei continued slurping up her instant noodles.
Ye Cong felt like it was not enough for him to simply wipe his face. With disgust, he went to the bathroom to wash his face. After that, he returned to his initial position on the sofa.
"Don't flatter yourself. I don't want someone else's women." Ye Cong did not forget to give Mo Fei a cold glance as he spoke.
Mo Fei rolled her eyes and replied, "You make it sound like women actually want you."
Ye Cong was not angry. He told Mo Fei his thoughts. Whether it was Ye Cong or Mo Fei, these two names were well-known.
If the two of them were to get married, it would mean that a certain path would be unified, and the world would be theirs from now on.
After hearing what Ye Cong said, Mo Fei surprised herself by thinking that it was a good idea.
Right now, her wedding with Qian Yikun no longer existed while she and Qian Yikun totally went south.
