"A nest of mud."
Jiang huailu bared her teeth and her eyes widened.
A trace of crystal clear saliva flowed down from the corner of her mouth, and she was so angry that she became more and more aggressive.
After struggling free, Lu huaijiang asked again, so, if someone is willing to support you, you're willing to marry someone else? " He didn't know why, but he felt bitter in his heart.
"Oh, do you think everyone is worthy of marrying me?" little Huai Lu rolled her eyes.
After he finished speaking, he snorted and turned around.
At the very least, she was not willing to marry yang pinfeng.
If she married yang pinfeng, not to mention pork trotters, she could only pinch the juice on the ribs. She could eat even more than her.
These words pleased Lu huaijiang and made him laugh in a low voice.
A cold face could freeze everything, but when he smiled, it was warm and pleasant, like a spring breeze.
