Happy to open the coffin

Chapter 200 The Man in the Photo on Your Phone
"Well, not only cute, but also beautiful."

Zong Che watched her ups and downs, and decided not to let her drink alcohol next time, even though she could peek into her inner thoughts when she was drunk.

"Then... am I beautiful, or is it beautiful?"

In An Xiangwan's heart, Mao'er was her biggest rival in love. As for An Yuya, she was an insignificant existence at all.

"You don't have to always compare yourself with Yuan'er, you have to have confidence in yourself."

Zong Che is helpless, this little woman loves to think about things.

"Can confidence be eaten? You like her, but you don't like me..."

An Xiangwan said tears rolling down her face, why did she fall in love with a male ghost, there are so many men out there, but she has to make it difficult for her.

"Who said that I don't like you, I don't like you, and I will take you back to the Zong family?

Don't like you, will I give you the keys to the house?
If I don't like you, how can I..."

The last sentence, he intentionally whispered in her ear.

After An Xiangwan listened, his face flushed again in an instant: "You, you, you big bad guy..."

"Ma'am, who is that man?"

He thought of what the woman said just now that there was a wild man outside who would comfort her, and he remembered the photo of the promiscuous man in her mobile phone earlier, and he was very unhappy, he dared to use that kind of obscene means to confuse his woman.

"Which man?"

An Xiangwan squinted her eyes and looked at the male ghost. God knows how much she likes this face. If he is alive, other men will be nothing but clouds in front of him.

"The man in the photo on your phone." Zong Che wanted to avoid future troubles.

"No, not familiar..."

Even if An Xiangwan was drunk, she didn't dare to reveal anything about Jiang Luofan, she was full of desire to survive!
"Does the lady like him?"

Zong Che didn't expect that this little woman could lie when she was drunk.

An Xiangwan shook his head and said with certainty, "He's not my type...I don't like..."

"The lady likes me?"

Zong Che was very satisfied with her answer.

An Xiangwan nodded drunkenly: "I like hiccups... I like it very much, haven't you noticed... Especially your face..."

As he spoke, he burped a little, and stretched out his hand to touch his outline.

"What about you, do you like me?"

She has always wanted to know the answer, but when she thought of Mao'er, she was very concerned.

"Ah."

Zong Che's answer was very simple, but it was very firm and unquestionable.

"From now on, can you just treat me well and ignore that girl... okay?"

Zong Che: "Yes."

She spread her hands coquettishly: "Then I want to hug..."

Zong Che took advantage of the situation and gently took Ren'er into his arms, coaxing him gently...

After she was drunk, she was much more honest, but he didn't know that it was just the sense of security she longed for.

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At dawn, the late autumn morning light shines into the room through the thin paper on the faded red lacquer carved wooden window. On the retro wooden couch covered with white tulle, the person turned over and stretched a little.

"Well……"

An Xiangwan stretched out his hands and feet, and unexpectedly felt a slight chill, so he groped in a daze.

"Ma'am, did you sleep well last night?"

The male ghost's slightly nasal words suddenly resounded, and she was so shocked that she immediately woke up!
Opening her eyes, a close-up of his handsome face caught her off guard.

"You, me, me, me, you actually took advantage of my unpreparedness again."

This big beast.

"Last night, Madam couldn't wait to hug her husband."

The male ghost shunned all responsibility, and looked at her bright red face with phoenix eyes smiling.

(End of this chapter)