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After leaving the hotel and reaching the underground parking lot, Xiao Zheng opened his arms, ready to stretch them wide when Leng Ruobing, with her beautiful sharp gaze, gave him a cold sidelong glance and scolded, "What are you trying to do?"
"What do I want to do? Of course, I want to do!" Xiao Zheng nodded casually.
"Drop dead!" Leng Ruobing threw her purse at him.
"Hey, hey, hey, just now you were sweetly calling me husband, and now the style of painting has drastically changed—a dramatic turn!" Xiao Zheng complained with displeasure.
"Earlier, it was to give you face, so as not to be humiliated, damaging my reputation as Leng Ruobing," she said with an icy look before getting into the car.
Xiao Zheng's mouth twitched, and he said with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Uh, wife, did you see something? That's why at the crucial moment you came out; you're really too bad."
Leng Ruobing ignored him.
