One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 1522: Miss’s ghost idea【4】

As soon as Dongfang Yunhe opened his mouth, he gave Xuanyuan Mo a big hat for a blind date.

This black-bellied man!

Xuanyuan Mo's eyes fluctuated, and he glanced at Nalan Xiner slightly uneasily.

Seeing that Nalan Xiner didn't have any obvious shock, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Xiner didn't misunderstand him!

But then, I couldn't help but feel a little sense of loss——

It seems that Xiner doesn't care very much. Is he here for a blind date or to see her.

His presence in Xiner's eyes is still so weak.

Lifting his lips, he replied gently: "Professor Dongfang is also a man of the right age. So, Professor Dongfang is also here for a blind date?"

Xuanyuan Mo's tone is not sharp, but he is very good at fighting Tai Chi-style counterattacks, pushing this difficult problem back to Dongfang Yunhe.

He has a gentle but firm power of his own.

Dongfang Yunhe's eyes sank instantly, hello Xuanyuan Mo!

The aura in the stable suddenly became tense, as if there was invisible gunpowder.

Even He Xiaowu, who has always been lively and chatty, quieted down, grabbed the reins uneasily, and didn't dare to interrupt.

Nalan Xiner supported her forehead, thinking to herself, how come these two men can hit each other every time they meet?

At the dance party, she was rushing to be a dance partner, she was rushing to take her home at the museum, and when she got to the school, she was rushing to be the class representative... Why is she so sad, every time she is their cannon fodder!

Wait!

Shouldn't...

Although Nalan Xiner is relatively slow emotionally, she is not a fool after all. When she thinks about it, she suddenly feels that something is wrong.

No, what does Mr. Yuan think about her?

This possibility suddenly made her heart skip a beat.

But when I glanced at Mr. Yuan, the face with the small half of the mask was so calm as water, even when confronting Dongfang Yunhe, I couldn't see too much emotion.

Maybe... Mr. Yuan just doesn't like Uncle?

Or maybe it's the big vinegar jar, the uncle, who always provokes others, and they have to fight back.

These two possibilities made Nalan Xiner feel a little more comfortable.

She shook her head, dismissing the original possibility.

Impossible, Mr. Yuan has only met her twice, how could he have anything more than a friend's idea about her.

Seeing that the atmosphere became more and more rigid, neither of the two men would give the other a good face, and neither would give in. Nalan Xiner had to cough twice, and pulled Dongfang Yunhe's hand: "That... Uncle, aren't we here to pick a horse! Look at the white one, do you like it? I am also a white horse, and you are also a white horse, okay?"

Her tone, tender ~ soft and considerate ~ caring, was specially made for him with a little bit of coquettishness.

Only then did Dongfang Yunhe's expression slow down, he raised his chin, and nodded arrogantly: "Well, that's the one."

"Ah...that one..." He Xiaowu couldn't help exclaiming, and winked at Nalan Xiner.

Xin Er, which one do you choose? Have to choose that white horse?

"I'm sorry, I have already chosen that white horse." Xuanyuan Mo said lightly, and glanced at Dongfang Yunhe without giving in.

Out of the corner of the eye, I glanced at Nalan Xiner's tangled face, and she couldn't bear it anymore. She pursed her lips and said, "However, if Xiner likes it, I can give it up."

It's okay if he doesn't add this sentence, this addition, Dongfang Yunhe's face is instantly ugly.

What does it mean to cut love for Xiner?

Who cares about you, cutting love for the woman of the Lord?

Cool while you go!