"I'll give you a funeral." Ji Wanzhou lowered his head and looked at Meng Qingge. His eyes were filled with tenderness.
Meng Qingge looked at the affectionate Ji Wanzhou and frowned. This scene was a bit horrifying, wasn't it?
A man looked at you lovingly, his eyes full of love, and then opened his mouth and said, "I'll give you a funeral."
Meng Qingge was momentarily unable to accept this. "It's not like I'm really dead, why would I hold a funeral? If he died, how would he film?! "I really like Imperial Concubine Shu's role, don't you dare let me down."
Meng Qingge's tone was full of disdain when she said that.
Miao Rufeng looked at Ji Wanzhou and Meng Qingge. The corner of his mouth curled up as he revealed a slight smile.
It seemed that Ji Wanzhou had been completely devoured by Meng Qingge.
Besides Meng Qingge, there was no other woman in this world who dared to talk to Ji Wanzhou like this.