Ling Mofeng's voice sounded very proud.

"I'm not your wife yet, at most I only have the title of fiancee."

Lan Yanxi returned to him with a small mouth not to be outdone.

"It will be soon. Tomorrow, we will go to get the certificate. After we get the certificate, we will have a banquet and tell the world that you, Lan Yanxi, are my wife, Ling Mofeng. We have to get married quickly."

Ling Mofeng smiled lowly, and kissed her cheek twice with his thin lips.

"Why do you want to get married?

I also want to enjoy the single life more, I want to stay in love. "

Lan Yanxi immediately looked like a disobedient child. He said one sentence, and she refuted three sentences.

"The position of first lady is vacant. Don't underestimate this identity. There are still many important things waiting for you to do. I want a good wife."

Ling Mofeng said in a low voice.

"What am I going to do?"

Lan Yanxi had a surprised expression.

"I'll let me sort out a book about your work, and I won't let you be idle."

Looking at her clear eyes, Ling Mofeng suddenly felt sorry for her, afraid that she would be too busy and tired.

"Oh, well, I'll do my best."

Lan Yanxi didn't escape or evade, but nodded seriously.

Ling Mofeng likes her reasonable appearance, which makes him feel that it is very easy to get along with her. When he first heard that he was going to be engaged to her, he was afraid that she would be willful and unreasonable. Now, she is not willful, nor will she be unreasonable. The man really feels that he is lucky and has found a treasure.

Ling Mofeng sat on the sofa with Lan Yanxi in his arms, and suddenly thought of the text message his sister had sent him. He felt guilty inexplicably, looked down at the expression of the girl in his arms, and suddenly hoped that she would never know about it for the rest of her life.

"Yanxi, what do you want to eat tonight?

I'll cook for you myself, it's still early today. "

Ling Mofeng may be guilty of guilt, so he wants to show off and please the woman in his arms.

Lan Yanxi squinted her eyes and smiled, tilted her head and thought about it carefully: "I want to have something romantic with you, eat steak, and I'll get some candles."

After hearing what she said, Ling Mofeng couldn't help laughing: "Okay, as long as you like it, then I'll make dinner, and you will set up the scene."

"Um."

Lan Yanxi immediately stood up from his arms.

"By the way, Yanxi, we will move out from here the day after tomorrow."

Ling Mofeng suddenly thought of an important thing and said.

Lan Yanxi was taken aback, and looked back at him: "Move to live in the presidential palace?"

"Yes, I know it's hard for you to get used to this place, and you have to move to an unfamiliar environment, it's hard for you."

Ling Mofeng walked towards her, and gently stroked her long hair with his fingers. JrNovels.com