"Elf, I love you - marry..."

Jian Chenche grabbed the window, pulled it down hard, and cut out the last sound: "I——"

Through clear glass windows.

The pigeons downstairs formed a grand scene, and there were several pigeons flying in the sky.

Jian Chenche pursed her lips, turned around coldly, and walked towards the bathroom.

Head hurts.

He had never been so forced, and his nerves were so tense that even he himself didn't know what was wrong with him.

The faucet was turned to the maximum, and the sound of water was too loud, blocking out the sounds outside.

He leaned against the bathtub and punched the wall hard.

Ximen Longting wants to make him compromise with this, but don’t even think about it! There is no way he will be captured! Bowing down means admitting defeat, how could he lose!

…

In the morning, Mu Xicheng invited a band to sing love songs in the open space. They sang love songs from Chinese to English and French. They were all love confession songs.

It finally stopped in the afternoon, and Jian Chenche thought the confession was over.

After being tortured all morning, I almost went crazy. I finally walked out of the castle to take a breather, and found that there were lights, billboards, and wind chimes hanging everywhere in the castle...

I-LOVE-YOU can be seen everywhere, with different sentences on billboards.

【Mengkui, you are my doom.】

【Mengkui, it’s you I’m waiting for.】

【Mengkui...】

Jian Chenche frowned, listening to the wind chimes spinning among the branches and clashing with the advertising boards. Far and near, as far as the eye could see, a grand confessional party was being arranged.

Jian Chenche lost all interest after walking in such an environment for more than ten minutes.

Ye Xin was also like a peacock with its tail cut off, walking silently behind Jian Chenche, without the pride and pride of the past.

At night, darkness envelopes the castle, and when the lights are turned on, "hearts", "MENGKUI", "I-LOVE-YOU!" and "Marryme" appear far and near...

Can't open the windows at all.

Do you think you can avoid it by hiding in the house and not going anywhere?!

wrong!

Every servant would excitedly discuss in Jian Chenche's ears over and over again what Mr. Mu had done to Miss Meng, how romantic, surprising, and enviable.

Regardless of whether Jian Chenche wants to hear it or not, everything will be broadcast live to his ears immediately.

Who said this was Leng Lintian's territory? Jian Chenche had no right to command his subordinates.

After several days of continuous bombing, Jian Chenche was forced to the rooftop.

Do you think you can avoid it?!

Wrong again!

The fireworks are constantly exploding in the sky, booming, and the romantic fireworks rain is like a shooting star pulling a long tail...

A big heart wrapped in a small heart explodes into a huge heart and scatters.

Jian Chenche was leaning on the corner of the rooftop, with the wind blowing and his face stuck in the darkness.

His eyes, which had not had a good rest for several days, seemed to be coated with asphalt, and his face really looked like something from a ghost.

At hand, separated by some swaying wine bottles, most of them have been drunk.

He is not a man who likes to drink, and he never gives up on himself and drinks to drown his sorrows.

The more adversity he faces, the more infinite strength he bursts out.

This time, Marshal Jian was in trouble.

It's obvious that he doesn't drink much. He usually drinks red wine and champagne to socialize, and seldom drinks white wine.

Damn it, I drank several bottles of whiskey, but I still can’t get drunk...

When people are intoxicated, their will is particularly clear.
Chapter completed!