"Shaped means?"

Qiao Luo suddenly admired her imagination, which was as good as Yun Ruoxiang.

She sneered, "Then tell me, what kind of charm did I use?"

An Lan was speechless, "I..."

She stepped forward and said arrogantly, "Anyway, I have a baby marriage with Brother Beijue, which no one can deny."

"Doess?" Qiao Luo sneered gently and said slowly, "Do you think you are living in ancient times now?"

"Even in ancient times, others had a token of a doll marriage, did you have a token?"

An Lan lost her speech again and looked ugly.

She said angrily, "You are not a good match with Brother Beijue at all, you are not qualified to be with him."

Qiao Luo stood up straight and walked to her in a scattered manner.

Relying on her height advantage, she looked down at her, and a chill oozed in her eyes, "Do you deserve it? You can't say it doesn't matter. Are you qualified? You don't say it doesn't matter."

A bitter momentum came towards him, making An Lan breathless.

"You better not covet my people. Before I can still talk to you with a good voice, go back wherever I call you."

Qiao Luo withdrew his gaze and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips. She was Qiao Luo, and even Ye Qi.

He has not had such a good temper and has repeatedly tolerated her abuse of her.

An Lan's face turned pale. She has been a little princess who has grown up in her family since she was a child. She has never been treated like this.

She glared at Qiao Luo angrily, and raised her hand habitually and slapped her.

However, she misunderstood this time.

What stood in front of her was not a soft persimmon that could be controlled by others, but a lion that could not be attacked.

Qiao Luo grabbed her wrist, narrowed her cold eyes slightly, and slapped her backhand.

"Ba"

The crisp slap broke the tranquility of the night.

An Lan was stunned for a few seconds until the pain came from her face, and then she came to her senses.

She looked at Qiao Luo with scarlet eyes, and her finger marks appeared on her cheek on her left, "You, dare you hit me?"

Qiao Luo shook her hand away, and An Lan staggered backwards.

She reached out to hold the cylinder beside her, and then she barely stabilized her body.

Qiao Luo slowly rolled up his sleeves and said in a gentle tone, "If you provoke me again, I will throw you away from here. If you don't believe me, try it."

Along a distance, An Lan clearly felt the hostility coming from the other side.

A little timid surged in her heart, but she felt that she couldn't get over it on her face.

She was the one who had a baby marriage to Brother Beijue, so why did she ask her to give up Brother Beijue?

Qiao Luo glanced at her coldly, "Are you leaving?"

"This is the Long family, you are not qualified to drive me away." An Lan said authentically, covering her face and not willing to be outdone.

Before he finished speaking, Long Yian hurriedly ran over.

"Sister-in-law."

An Lan looked at Long Yian in shock. What did he call Qiao Luo just now?

She suppressed her anger and said dissatisfiedly, "Yi'an, how can you call her sister-in-law?"

She took so much effort and he ignored her. Now she is calling Qiao Luo so quickly.

Long Yian hummed lightly, his eyes filled with disgust for her, "What's your business?"

After passing her, he walked straight to Qiao Luo.

The coldness between Qiao Luo's eyebrows and eyes faded, and his tone became a little gentler, "Why are you here?"

Long Yian reposted the original words, "Brother is downstairs, and he said he would ask you to find him quickly."

Qiao Luo was puzzled, "What's the matter with him?"

"He said he missed you." Long Yian said honestly.

Qiao Luo, “…”
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