Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1010: Do you dare to **** the old lady’s man?

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The man has a long body, a big red robe with a waist, and the majestic face is more and more beautiful.

The woman wore a blazing phoenix robe, walking around like a phoenix spreading its wings.

The woman was covered by a red hijab, but Ye Qingluo was sure that she didn't know this woman.

But she knows that man.

Furthermore...cooked too much.

Di Mo Xuan...

He actually...marries another woman?

Who is that woman?

Ye Qingluo's face was pale as paper, and her delicate body trembled slightly, worrying Long Yunzhan beside her.

He held Ye Qingluo's little hand, and gently wrapped one arm around her shoulder: "What's wrong with Qingluo? Why is your hand so cold?"

Speaking, Long Yunzhan has already held her hands, placed them on his lips, and breathed lightly.

Ye Qingluo's grasped hands shook, and suddenly retracted his hands: "You, what are you doing!"

Long Yunzhan, who was pushed away, looked at her suspiciously, her azure eyes, clear as water, reflecting her pale face.

Ye Qingluo shook hands, his mind was dazed.

What is the situation now?

It seems that everything is developing in a strange situation.

Why did Di Moxuan marry other women?

Why Long Yunzhan would do to her... actions that would only be done between lovers.

But Qiao Jin and others felt normal.

"Qing Luo." A deep voice came from the center of Xitang.

This voice...is Di Moxuan.

He is calling her.

Ye Qingluo has already looked at it instinctively.

But she clearly felt it.

Di Moxuan's eyes looked at her, not as soft and pampering as usual, but with a cold and elegant, indifferent gaze.

Calling her name is no longer the once affectionate "Xiao Luoer", but the tone is completely flat, seeming to call an insignificant person.

Ye Qingluo's heart suddenly felt dull.

"This, it will be your mother in the future. In front of your mother, you must not lose your temper." Di Mo Xuan's silent voice sounded indifferently.

When he looked at the woman beside him again, his gaze turned extremely soft.

Immediately, he took the bride's hand and walked to the place of worship.

Master...

What a **** teacher!

He is not her master!

How could he look at other women with such gentle eyes?

His gaze should only look at her alone... he can only look at her!

Ye Qing fell to the bottom of her heart, angry with a raging anger.

She stared at this scene fiercely, wishing to step forward, and tore the red silk between the two, and tore the robes of great joy on the two of them.

She did the same.

Ye Qingluo rushed forward, arrogantly grabbing the red silk between the two, and directly grabbing the woman's phoenix robe: "Who are you! Where is the vixen that popped up, the old lady's man?" Do you dare to grab it?"

She raised her hand and lifted the red hijab on the bride's head directly.

That is a...

A stunning and beautiful face.

The makeup is exquisite, the eyebrows are like a moon, the eyes are like stars, and the face is like a peach blossom.

A pair of beautiful eyes, like being able to speak, fainted a pool of spring water.

The beauty of this woman is completely different from the beauty of Ye Qingluo.

Ye Qingluo is a public, enchanting beauty.

And she is the kind of beauty that is gentle as water, as if in front of her, anything hard can turn into a pool of water.

"Qingluo, what are you doing!" Di Moxuan sternly rebuked, and furiously chopped the red hijab from Qingluo's hands for the night, "Apologize to your mother!"

The bride has a shy face, Shuiling's beautiful eyes blinked, and she lowered her eyes and whispered softly: "Di Lang, it's not a hindrance, I understand that she has a clear temper. I will not blame her."