"I don't know if the fund-raising is over now. I promised her to go. I don't know if that girl will be angry."
Feng Xiaoyu shook his head, sighed softly, and looked in the direction of You'er's fundraiser. It should be over! Neither he nor Nangong could go, so now, Huangfu Ming is the only one at the scene!
"It is rumored that Feng Dian likes Yao Chujing and has a deep affection for her. He committed suicide several times because of her death. It seems that it is just a rumor! When did Feng Dian become infatuated with my fiancée?"
Nangong also raised the corners of his mouth, and his tone was full of sarcasm. He just liked to expose people's scars, and he just wanted to see them miserable.
Feng Xiaoyu visibly froze, and the pain in his eyes flashed away, but that expression did not escape Nangong Yi's eyes.
"Yi Shao, just like Huangfu Ming said, your fiancé is not your husband. As long as you don't get married for a day, I still have a chance, right?"
Feng Xiaoyu smiled lightly, the pain in her heart drowned out all her emotions, but the smile she had practiced for more than ten years came easily and effortlessly.
"I won't give anyone this chance. She is mine. She is just my Nangong Yi's woman. She is not Yao Chujing."
Nangong also chuckled, his eyes full of possessiveness and threats. He threw the branch in his hand and hit the group of dogs, causing another burst of barking from the big dogs.
"It seems like this group of chatty people can't be dealt with without someone to deal with it."
Feng Xiaoyu said, the smile at the corner of her mouth gradually disappeared, and her black eyes became more and more bottomless.
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When they arrived, the fundraising was almost over. Of course, with Huangfu Ming's strong personality and charm, the nymphomaniacs were desperately trying to increase their money for a kiss from their idol and a chance to travel. At this time, the competition was fierce.
It's still going on, but most of the people have stopped and there are only two people left.
"900,000, I will donate 900,000."
It's like an auction. In fact, it's an auction, a high-end auction.
"One million——"
This voice was absolutely familiar. Xia Qianrou raised her chin proudly. One million, she wanted to see who had the courage to increase it. It was obvious that she was determined.
"2 million——"
The face of the pretty girl who was confronting her changed slightly, but she still shouted out the price without hesitation.
"Do you think Mingming's kiss is only worth 2 million?"
Xia Qianrou looked at the girl opposite, smiled sarcastically, and then said: