Meng Yuan rubbed his chin on Zhao Ling's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Ling'er, I said, we will be the only couple in this king's life. I Meng Yuan will only love you and have you as a wife, absolutely no one else."
Zhao Ling's heart was moved by Meng Yuan's firm and affectionate promise, the deep magnetic voice sounded in her ears, she patted the back of his hand and said warmly, "I know, A-Yuan, I believe in you. By the way, how is the arrangement of the group of people from the palace?"
"Director Mu will handle it. Ling'er doesn't have to worry about these trivial matters, just rest in peace." Meng Yuan said dissatisfiedly, leaning on her.
Rest in peace again! Zhao Ling couldn't help but rolled her eyes secretly, turned around in his arms, faced him, and said angrily, "Meng Yuan, you don't let me do anything, do you want to make me a cripple?"
