Jiang Yutang doesn"t care about possessiveness. In his opinion, Shen Qingyun is him, so he should only laugh at him.
Just like when she smiled at Jiang Wenlin before, standing with Song Xingzhi and talking shouldn"t happen.
But looking at her smiling face, Jiang Yutang still didn"t say anything.
Jiang Wenlin was about to marry a wife soon, and Song Xingzhi couldn"t even see him. And they want someone, and now they are in his arms, sitting on his lap, with their own eyes in their hearts.
Why should he talk too much? He didn"t even have to move those thoughts.
Jiang Yutang lowered his head and looked into her eyes.
His eyes looked at him, his face was completely reflected in the dark pupils, gentle and affectionate.
He chuckled lightly, put down the plaster in his hand, and patted her
