Li Sansui, the jealous maniac

The warm atmosphere came quickly and dissipated even faster.

Just as li junyu was carrying his dainty little wife in his arms, another small hand was tightly gripping his little wife's hand.

The warm and delicate feeling from earlier had completely disappeared.

"Xiao Ze, let go." Li junyu suddenly released his grip on ruan Mengmeng's waist. Although his face was not cold, he spoke to little yueze, who was holding ruan Mengmeng's hand tightly, in a rather serious manner.

"What are you doing? why are you so fierce to your cousin?" Ruan Mengmeng looked up in confusion.

When she saw the sternness written all over li junyu's handsome face, she immediately understood that this man's habit of being easily jealous was back.

However, before ruan Mengmeng could voice her objection, li junyu's slightly calloused fingers had already pinched her chin. He lifted it up and lowered his eyes to examine her.