The man's lips were curled in a smile the whole time, as if enjoying a work of art, teasingly observing the rich expressions on the girl's face.
Surprise, delight, emotion, and a little bit of playful scolding.
"Da Luoluo!"
Gu Xiaoer's face turned crimson, and her little fists pounded on the man's solid chest, chastising him in a soft and tender voice.
"Stop calling me wife all the time, people will get the wrong idea!"
Even though they were still just a couple, weren't they...
Han Luoli's eyes, however, concealed a sly gleam as he shamelessly retorted, "What does it matter, you'll be mine sooner or later!"
Yet in his heart, he thought darkly: The marriage application is already signed, you're already my wife!
Watching the two of them interact as if no one else was there, the over three thousand people in the theater seemed to fall silent, their mouths agape with disbelief.
The president of Shenghan is Gu Xiaoer's husband?! Could there be anything more thrilling?
