Chu Wei coldly glanced at him and thought, it would be weird if his lady is jealous.
Wang Qingjue looked at Chu Wei’s cold eyes and sighed, “Hey, Brother Chu is so lucky.”
Chu Wei glanced at him coldly and said: “Brother Wang is born well, and the future lady will not be bad.”
Wang Qingjue shook his head, sighed, and said nothing.
His identity predestined that he could not be free to like which woman, people like them, how can marriage be free?
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