Fate
Ning Lüluo looked. "This is Sister Qing'er..."
"Right!"
"And this one?" Shen Wuxiao asked.
But Ning Lüluo did not answer. She merely looked at Shen Wuxiao.
Shen Wuxiao paused, then understood.
Good lord, she wanted a reward.
He wrapped an arm around Ning Lüluo's slender waist and kissed her red lips.
Only then did Ning Lüluo smile and answer, "This is Sister Bingbing..."
"Wrong!" Shen Wuxiao frowned.
Ning Lüluo's beautiful eyes widened. "That's not wrong! This is sister Bingbing. How could that be wrong!"
"Sister Xi'er is beside him. That's right too. Where am I wrong?"
Of course Shen Wuxiao knew she had not gotten it wrong. He was only teasing her.
It seemed she recognized them all quite well.
"You pass!" Shen Wuxiao put away his phone, held her close, and gave her a heavy kiss.
She was perfectly normal now.
But a possessive and obsessive personality could not be judged by how she acted when it was just the two of them in the same setting.
If another woman appeared, then he would know what the situation was.
Shen Wuxiao held her fragrant, soft hand and was about to enter this little teahouse, where Ning Lüluo had laid down a net that covered heaven and earth, intending to imprison him.
However, at that very moment, the roar of an engine sounded in the distance.
Shen Wuxiao looked over and saw a Mercedes plow straight into a wooden pillar sign outside the teahouse courtyard.
With a bang, the commotion was enormous.
The Mercedes' hood sprang open.
A woman in her twenties scrambled out from the driver's seat.
She was fairly pretty, easily in the eighties.
Several cars behind her stopped at the same time.
Several burly men in suits rushed out of them.
Shen Wuxiao and Ning Lüluo