Situ Qinglang was not excited yet, but she didn't expect sweetheart's eyes to turn red first. She felt that Situ Qinglang was so humiliated because of this kind of humiliation. She couldn't help feeling guilty and angry, but she didn't know what to do.

Seeing that Sweetheart showed grievance, He Jiaming felt inexplicably distressed. Although he was indeed very angry just now, he has always been soft-hearted towards women.

Situ Qinglang didn't speak for a long time. Although his face was dark, he returned to calm in an instant. His slender and distinctive fingers gently tapped the table.

No one knows what he is thinking, and sweetheart doesn't know what he is thinking.

Seeing this, He Jialuo was very proud. He added desperately: "Showing love on the right occasion is a manifestation of a man's love for women, isn't it, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart raised his head angrily and glared at him with hatred that could cut off the flesh on his face!

"The second young master is unwilling to kiss you. I think he doesn't love you. Sweetheart, aren't you angry?" He Jialuo continued to stir up the flames and knew well that "if you don't commit suicide, you won't die."

Sweetheart suddenly stood up again and almost overturned the cup in front of him. He Jialuo thought she was going to rush over and beat him!

She ignored He Jialuo, but suddenly smiled and said to He Jiaming with a slut, "How about I kiss you?"

He Jiaming was stunned, not knowing what she was selling in the gourd, and said with a smile: "Hmm?"

Sweetheart didn't know why she said such words in a hot mind, but... she had to find a way to give Qinglang, not to mention that compared to Qinglang, she felt that her kiss was not very important.

"Look, we lost anyway. Instead of watching me kiss him, it's better to see me kiss you." Sweetheart explained nonsense.

What the hell am I talking about... God, I look like a traitor!

She was running wildly in her heart, as calm as usual, and she really wanted to walk over while saying that.

As soon as she came, everyone's eyes focused on Situ Qinglang again. Situ Qinglang sat there with a blue face, thinking that she really shouldn't have come today.

Ma Weiwei opened her mouth and wide eyes and looked at her like Alzheimer's disease. Good, I won't really kiss her, right? I won't really kiss her, right? I won't really kiss her, right!

No! Second Young Master will burn all this place with a torch!

In a strange silent voice, sweetheart walked towards He Jiaming with the hero's heart to die.

Situ Qinglang looked at it motionlessly, feeling a little complicated.

So what if he was misunderstood and cuckolded? He thought he would keep being indifferent like this. He was used to being in a life-long situation. This so-called criticism was as light as a feather to him, and his heart should be as unshakable as a rock.

But seeing Tianxin's aggrieved little eyes and heavy steps, his heart could no longer calm down no matter what.

How could she do this for herself?

Seeing He Jiaming's smirk of a conspiracy, Situ Qinglang felt even more angry. Did she have a slut in her mind or water? She actually wanted to provoke He Jiaming's fickle radish?

He and Ma Weiwei stood up at the same time.

Ma Weiwei was frightened by Situ Qinglang who suddenly stood up. This soldier was so scary. Should she stand like Song?

She really couldn't stand He Jiaming's sweetheart who made things difficult for her sister. Anyway, she was just giving a kiss, so she was better than giving herself. Anyway, they had never done anything erotic and messy!

So they both took another step at the same time, and Ma Weiwei's body just blocked Sweetheart's way.
Chapter completed!