The luxury car sped by, lights flashing past.
"Xiao Er..." Han Luoli's deep eyes were filled with emotions, his voice softened: "Baby, I love you so much..."
An obvious non-answer.
"Hmm..." Gu Xiaoer was embarrassed by the man's sudden confession, her face blushing and heartbeat accelerating; this sugar-sweet moment caught her totally off guard.
"What's with this, so corny..."
"I think I married a truly wonderful wife."
Gu Xiaoer held her phone, she was so happy she wanted to hide under the covers, her smile forming a wide arc.
The girl restrained her little excitement, acting rather coy, "Of course! Let me tell you, Da Luoluo, a lot of people say my face is naturally destined to bring fortune to my husband, you'd better treat me well, so I can bring prosperity to you and the Han Family!"
Like a dutiful child, the man nodded, "Yes, I'll definitely treat you well."
