Bo Hanyuan's cold eyes darkened. He looked up at the man who was carrying ruan Mengmeng."Yingluo, you guys should just break up."
Puchi-
Ruan Mengmeng, who was in li junyu's arms, almost burst out laughing when she heard Bo Hanyuan's words.
Although this young master Bo had a cold expression on his face, his words were too funny. He was trying to anger li junyu to death.
As expected, li junyu's already dark and cold handsome face became even gloomier when he heard this.
He squinted his eyes, and his long and narrow black eyes were mixed with coldness."Bo Hanyuan, Mengmeng is already my wife."
At this moment, the people around them were far away and could not hear the conversation between the two men.
From other people's point of view, the atmosphere between the two of them was tense, as if they were about to fight over that woman, ruan Mengmeng.
All the guests could not help but look at Duan yuanxun, the master of the Duan family.
