Campus Rebirth: The Strongest Female Agent

Lengmei's face turned red at a rapid rate of fire, and she felt that the upper and lower parts of her face had been attacked by the fire, and she couldn't help herself.

"What the **** is this, madam, I don't want to ..."

When Lengmei's eyes turned, pretending that she didn't understand the content of this album that Dilin gave her, she glanced at her mouth, and stretched out her long and straight beautiful hand, she just wanted to tear it off!

How could she keep such a shy thing!

Not to mention, just in case someone is seen ...

Then her face will be gone!

When Leng Mei put the album on the side and wanted to tear it off, Dilin seemed to know her actions in the early morning. He took his stand taller than Leng Mei from his hand, Pull the album back directly.

"As a gift on the eve of my wedding, it is better for me to keep it."

Emperor Lin said, lifted the photo album high, turned and walked outside the gate.

The height of Lengmei Yiqiqi was at the moment when Di Lin captured the album in his hands, and he jumped up to grab the album that Di Lin was holding in the air, but couldn't reach it:

"Give me! Give me! Leader, do you give me any good? I will do whatever you want in the future ~ give it to me!"

Leng Mei chased Di Lin and ran out of the room.

No one saw that Emperor Lin was holding the photo album that Leng Mei was running and asking for, and the moment he walked out of the door of the room, the clear arc was slightly upward.

There are still two weeks before the wedding that Emperor promised her.

In the countryside.

Leng Mei who took Dilin to walk in the countryside has asked Dilin for 190 times:

"Are you ... really marrying me?"

In return, Emperor Lin's tireless reply: "Yes."

He has been waiting for this day for a long time.

Leng Mei swallowed a deep mouthful of water, then looked up at Dilin, and asked the original words in another way: "Then you ... really want to marry me?"

"Yes!" Emperor Lin didn't get tired of Lengmei. His slender hands were tied with the five fingers of Lengmei, and he stared at her with the unadorned color of love, solemnly replying.

Leng Mei swallowed a sip of water gently, suppressing the joy that could not be conveyed in her heart, and the arc ticked gently, watching Dilin with a sneer:

"Is this okay ... I used to be your mistress ..."

At the critical moment, Leng Mei was shy.

She glanced at Emperor with an expression of flowers waiting to be released.

The words had not completely fallen, Di Lin grabbed her wrist tightly, and the cold words came as promised:

"Who said you were my mistress?"

He never considered her his lover!

"It's all spread in the organization, and at that time I was sixteen and you forced me. That's not to be your mistress ..."

Leng Mei heard Di Lin's look of anger, and for a while, she turned her head and muttered, just the moment she explained.

A big head had fallen from his head.

He grabbed her little mouth with his handsome lips and turned around.

Damn it! Whose word did the mistress come from?

Forced her from the beginning, he had no plans to treat her as a mistress!

She married him sooner or later!

On the day of Emperor Lin and Leng Mei's wedding, a group of people from Yunjian were also invited to visit as scheduled.

"Sister Jian, why don't you see Lengmei's guy and her husband?" Qinglan grabbed Gu Nian's arm and asked Yunjian with a look of excitement.

"Woohoo, Lengmei is about to get married, will she still play mahjong with us afterwards." Gu Nian rubbed her eyes without tears at all, and opened her heart in pain.

"Which mahjong do you like, it's better to get rid of the followers who have been following you!"

Celadon slightly shook Gu Nian's arm, glanced to the rear of Gu Nian.

But I saw a man dressed plainly, apparently standing here waiting for nostalgia.

Li Nong.

"By the way, Jian Jian, where do you think Leng Mei went, why don't you come out and play with us!" Qingla stomped and asked Yun Jian.

But I saw Yun Jian hooking a seemingly incomprehensible smile, smiling lightly:

"Perhaps it is doing something unspeakable."

A wedding room.

The wedding is not over yet.

"Um ~ don't, don't ... Lord Boss, don't pull it, it hurts a little ... tearing the wedding dress will be found later ..."

The tender and soft female voice, in exchange for someone's deeper treatment.

The night is still long.

The story that belongs to them does not end, but it has just begun.