My Third Gentleman

Chapter 693 The One Who Makes the Game (3)

Xia Ziwei's expression was in a daze, and she hugged Xia Jinrong's portrait tightly. At this moment, she couldn't tell that Cheng Lang was just coming to her father's grave for a show. The performance was watched by Mu Jinchen and Jing Wushuang. That's it, don't say anything to help her sincerely, it's almost the same.

Mu Jinchen watched Cheng Lang's performance with cold eyes, without saying a word. In his eyes, Cheng Lang was really no different from a beaming clown, but his Wushuang became more dazzling. I don't know if it was from her to Chen Yu. When did the high-level start, she has become more considerate in dealing with people, and with her calm temperament, she can often make a difference.

In front of him, most of them were soft and weak, which made him feel sorry. Only at this time would he find out that in fact, his little wife was very capable.

"Can Cheng Dong leave the stage after the performance? This is a cemetery after all. I don't know that Mu Dong's desire to perform has expanded to the point where it can be seen by people who make a long speech. This way, it will not hinder you. By the way, my wife That’s right, all women in the world have lost to her, and I don’t really hope that other insignificant women will be thinking about it. I really don’t want to talk about your daughter anymore. This is very bad."

Mu Jinchen naturally knew that it was impossible to know much useful information from his mouth, but it proved that Cheng Lang had indeed been paying attention to the Xia family and was quite clear about the actions of the Xia family.

He really wanted to send someone to find out if this matter had anything to do with Cheng Lang.

If it matters...

If it does matter, don't blame him for being cruel, it's not that Cheng Lang is the only one who has secret influence.

He walked forward holding Wu Bidirectional, and when he passed Xia Ziwei, he gave her a cold look, but he didn't know if she was going to the Rising Sun by Cheng Lang deliberately.

Su Ran also took Jun Xiang's hand and said with some dismay, "This is over? By the way, Jun Xiang, do you think those women who are worried about having a husband in their family are those who can't get married? Crooked melons and cracked dates? Why are people embarrassed to say it? Isn't this short? This IQ is really worrying. It is estimated that the IQ of the daughter born will not be high, worrying, worrying..."

Jun Xiang rubbed her little head, Su Ran had a minefield in her mind. If anyone stepped on her minefield, even if it was the king of heaven, she would not give face, and there was the first place. It was Jing Wushuang, even he was leaning back, a little helpless, "Little gossip, managing so many people, what are you worried about, just take care of yourself."

"I can't see it, I'll compare all crooked melons and jujubes with my family. It's enough to pick this kind of day to talk about things."

"Ranran, moral, low-key!" Although Wushuang is accustomed to the maintenance of this best friend, but she does not want her to offend Cheng Lang too much for her. After all, she would rather offend a gentleman than a villain. In her mind, Cheng Lang is the number one. Villain.

She thought of a question. She had long heard Mu Zhilan say that Cheng Lan might return to China, but so far, she has only heard her name and never met her deity. Now, she is a little curious about this. What did Cheng Lan look like?

Is she the crooked melon and cracked dates in Su Ran's mouth?

Immediately, she denied her own inner thoughts, and being able to live in Mu Mansion and being able to get in Mu Zhilan's eyes, it must not be too bad.

(End of this chapter)