one night love

after that.

Lin Zifeng's career is booming, and he has the momentum to continue to rise to the top.

Fang Yue finally took over the contract from Xinfeng Real Estate. With her own strength, she made people look up to her and became a celebrity in the branch.

After Feng Chengcheng changed countless boyfriends, she finally stabilized.It's not an elite, but an ordinary civil servant, who works step by step from nine to five, but it is said that she is very generous to her, and if she has a hundred in her pocket, she will not only spend 99.

You are willing to degenerate, Fang Yue made an evaluation, is one hundred useful to you?You fucking want [-] for a bag.

You know what a fart, Feng Chengcheng snorted, touched the LV on his hand, and said, this is life.

Mo Xiaobei and Lao Qian were still quarreling and noisy, but they both knew that they couldn't do without each other.On Mo Xiaobei's birthday, Lao Qian sent him a package ticket to Switzerland, saying that he would take Mo Xiaobei on his honeymoon—this was probably the most romantic thing Lao Qian had ever done in his life.

The wedding between Guan Sheng and his little girlfriend was held as scheduled, and an invitation was sent to Lin Zifeng.

The pink scented card read: Mr. Lin Zifeng and his family are invited to attend.

family.

Doesn't it refer to Fang Yue?

go?He asked Fang Yue for advice.

Of course I will, Fang Yue said.

Not only to go, but to dress up.

Is it too exaggerated?Lin Zifeng looked at Fang Yue who put the cuff buttons on the French shirt, and couldn't laugh or cry.

You're stealing the groom's show, he said.

Fang Yue fixed her own, pulled him over, and pinned the newly bought Swarovski limited edition on his cuff, and wanted to snatch it, what the hell.

When Guan Sheng read the oath on the stage, Fang Yue quietly held Lin Zifeng's hand in the audience.

Lin Zifeng only felt a chill on his finger, looked down, and saw a plain ring was put on his ring finger.

Fang Yue smiled wickedly, as if he had succeeded in a trick.

Lin Zifeng snorted softly, clasped his hand instead, and intertwined his fingers.

Fang Yue, he said, I am willing.

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