We're Getting Married

When he woke up from his dream, Zhang Rou was no longer in the room.

Xia Qinglee wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and went downstairs after washing up.

Not long after breakfast, Qin Yuvyuv drove her eye-catching red Porsche over and as soon as she entered the room, she hugged Xia Qinglee like a bear and rubbed her little head against Xia Qinglee's body like a spoiled child. "Little Qingqing, I missed you so much!"

Xia Qinglee pushed Qin Yuvyuv's head away from her and walked to the side of the cabinet, took out a bag of biscuits and stuffed it into her hands and asked, "Are you awake from the alcohol?"

"I'm awake. " Qin Yuvyuv nodded like she was playing garlic. She impatiently opened the biscuits and fed two pieces to her mouth. "Lu Qian didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"I don't think so. . . " Xia Qinglee touched her still green and painful butt and pouted.