Jiang Qiran said it lightly, but his overly natural attitude attracted a lot of curious gazes.
The girls from class F were even more envious!
Where could they find such a doting boyfriend! !
Even Jiang Miaomiao couldn’t help but start to ridicule.
“Qiran, it can’t be. You and Linlang haven’t even gotten married yet, and you’re already acting like a slave to your wife. What are you trying to do?”
“Why, Can’t I?”
Jiang Qiran reached out his hand and pulled ye Linlang, who was already blushing, over. His posture was overbearing.
The girls from Class F looked at Ye Linlang and Jiang Qiran, who were mixing oil with honey. At first, they thought that the school bully was hard to get close to, but now, they couldn’t help but want to learn a few jokes from Jiang Miaomiao.
“Young master Jiang is very willful.”
A girl with a ponytail heard something unusual from Jiang Miaomiao’s sarcasm.
She plucked up her courage and asked.
