Marry ex-boyfriend his uncle

Yuan Minghui stared at the person on the bed with wide-eyed eyes. He had been chasing him for two months, and he was about to get results.

Now he was lying on his uncle's bed, with a look of spring on his face, and there were bright red marks on his shoulders, neck and arms.

Yuan Minghui has a ferocious face, damn it..., damn it, a waste!Bitch!

Zhou Ling's face was ashen-colored, and his hands gripped the quilt tightly and tightly, and his fingertips had turned white because of too much force.

"What, you know each other?"

Dressed up, Fan Sucheng asked with a smile that was not a smile. He asked a very simple question, but it gave people an inexplicable pressure.

He turned around and looked at Yuan Minghui who was standing at the door, with a look in his eyes that others could not understand, it was a kind of contempt that was well concealed.

Although Yuan Minghui called him uncle, this person did not inherit anything that the Fan family should have.

He was taught by the people from the original family to be like them, with high-mindedness and low-handedness, dandy, showing off,

And the hypocrisy, arrogance, and short-sightedness he inherited from his father, I really don't know what it was...

Now at his own engagement and wedding banquet, he still made such a joke, even though he was his uncle, he didn't know how to cover it up.

In his heart, Fan Sucheng showed this junior that he was worthless,

Seeing Zhou Ling's gentle and elegant face, Yuan Minghui's face became ferocious,

If Fan Sucheng wasn't here now, he probably would have rushed forward to mess with Zhou Ling long ago.

"Uncle, how did this man come into your room?! Zhou Ling, get the hell out of here!"

Yuan Minghui had bulging veins on his forehead, and he was going to pull Zhou Ling in front of Fan Sucheng, which was not giving Fan Sucheng any face.

Fan Sucheng paused as he buttoned his cuffs, his long and narrow peach-blossom eyes glowed coldly, exuding an unpleasant feeling.

But Yuan Minghui didn't realize it at all. Now his mind is full of Zhou Ling getting out with his uncle.

And it was at his engagement banquet, this... Isn't this slapping his face hard,

When had he ever been so angry!

"Why? Are we related?"

Zhou Ling didn't look at the man standing beside the bed with a half-smile, but his eyes fell on Yuan Minghui,

He clenched his fist, even if his nails were about to break his palm, he didn't show timidity at this moment.

"Minghui, I heard your voice downstairs, Mom asked me to come up and have a look."

A soft and gentle female voice sounded from outside. Accompanied by the voice, the visitor walked into the house, and was also taken aback when he saw the scene inside.

Zhou Ling also saw the person coming. Mu Wanjing was dressed very beautifully today, wearing a small dress and expensive accessories.

This woman was engaged to Yuan Minghui, the daughter of the Mu family.

"Zhou Ling, why are you here..."

Mu Wanjing asked dryly when she saw Zhou Ling and then the ambiguous traces on her body.

Zhou Lingyang raised his head to look at a man and a woman standing opposite the bed, then tilted his head and smiled, his eyes were clear and bright, and they were extraordinarily good-looking.

Yuan Minghui was even angrier at Zhou Ling's smile, because he understood why Zhou Ling laughed.

"Get out!" Yuan Minghui reached out to grab Zhou Ling's ambiguous arm.

But in the middle of the journey, he was caught by another hand, and Fan Sucheng, who was holding his hand, also had a smile in his eyes.

"Minghui, what are you doing?" Fan Sucheng gradually tightened his grip on Yuan Minghui's hand, his eyes were already hiding a knife in his smile.

Yuan Minghui was so angry that he was dizzy, he also wanted to take a step back, and raised his head to face Fan Sucheng.

"Uncle, Zhou Ling is me..."

"Minghui, Zhou Ling must be uncle's friend, let's leave first, there are still guests downstairs."

Mu Wanjing persuaded her, she stepped forward and pulled Yuan Minghui's hand away.

After Yuan Minghui was dragged out of the room by Mu Wanjing, Zhou Ling relaxed his shoulders.

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