Ivanhoe Doors: Exclusive Big Name Cold Wife

Shi Moyin and Yu Xintong walked together for a long time on this sycamore road. Shi Moyin smiled and said: "The rich have the idea that the rich don't want to get married, and the poor have reasons why the poor can't get married. It’s a very simple matter, that is, each person pays nine yuan for a bright red marriage certificate. The so-called never leave regardless of poverty, wealth, life, old age, sickness and death, that is too dreamy!”

Yu Xintong also laughed: "That's how the real world is. A few days ago, it was rumored that a man with a salary of two or three thousand yuan was taking care of the mistress. The games he played were not just for the rich. This time I was caught After Qiao Peitian was taken away, I felt that being able to stay together is actually fate, and even if the fate ends one day, it's best to say goodbye to each other with a smile!"

"So you can see it?" Shi Moyin glanced at her, and then continued to walk forward.

Yu Xintong nodded: "It's not easy for people to live. If you are too obsessed with one thing, you will ignore many things, just like I have been brooding about Yiqing and Lian Qing before, but, then It's really heartbreaking, but watching him get hurt by it, I realized that there is nothing better than having him by my side."

"Time is the best medicine to heal wounds." Shi Moyin looked at her, "No matter what, at least your hearts are together."

Shi Moyin went to see Yu Xintong and saw that she was recovering well, so she went back to the sea view villa.

Shi Moyin changed his shoes, then walked to the water dispenser, and poured himself a glass of water to drink.

And Ding Ziyang was already at home, so she turned a blind eye to him.

Ding Ziyang sat on the sofa, with a pair of flip-flops on his feet, his shirt sleeves rolled up on his little arms, and he was playing a game with a tablet computer.

He glanced at Shi Moyin who was drinking water with his back turned to her. Her small body was straight, like a small poplar tree growing in the desert.

Even if Shi Moyin accepted that someone behind her was looking for her with scorching eyes, she still ignored her.

Ding Ziyang put down the tablet, then walked forward, hugging her waist from back to front with both hands, "After all these days, are you still angry with me?"

Shi Moyin couldn't struggle, he wouldn't hug her too tightly, but he wouldn't let her run away either.

"I didn't say that in a moment of anger." Shi Moyin said, "We are not suitable!"

"Inappropriate?" Ding Ziyang snorted softly, "Then what is appropriate?"

"Are you asking me? Who am I going to ask!" Shi Moyin turned her head to look at him, but she brushed his lips.

And when Ding Ziyang put his head on her neck on purpose, at this moment Yiren's lips came over, how could he not eat it?

"You..." Shi Moyin was about to bite his lips, but he took a step faster than her, and opened her white teeth with the tip of his tongue, enjoying the sweetness in his small mouth.

After Shi Moyin struggled to no avail, she simply didn't bother to struggle, nor did she bother to respond to him.

Anyway, singing a one-man show alone will soon end.

Moreover, she knew that Ding Ziyang was an impatient person, and he would not sing a one-man show alone.

However, this time, she didn't seem to have expected Ding Ziyang's intentions. Not only did he continue to sing the one-man show, but he also performed it so well that she had to be together...