"Then do you want to eat?" Leng Zimo asked with a smile.
"I don't want to!" Luo Xiaoqian turned away, pretending to be disgusted.
Embracing her from behind, Leng Zimo's hand gently rested on her lower abdomen, "Today, I've already called the designer in Paris. She'll come tomorrow to measure you. Once everything is ready, we'll get married."
Luo Xiaoqian reached over and covered his hand with hers, "Okay!"
Leng Zimo tightened his arms around her, burying his face in the light fragrance of her hair.
The wedding he owed her, the affection he owed her, all the promises he hadn't fulfilled before, this time he would make it up to her.
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Golden Courtyard.
The door was forcefully pushed open, and a drunken Seo Fei staggered inside.
"Xiao Pei!" Seeing her, Tang Ming immediately rushed down from upstairs, supporting her arm, "Where did you go? I couldn't find you anywhere!"
