Female Campus Agent

Leng Mei's face quickly turned red at a rapid speed. She felt that her face was being attacked by the burning fire, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't help herself.

"What the hell is this? I don't want it..."

Leng Mei's eyes turned, pretending that she didn't understand the photos in the album that Di Lin gave her. She sneered and stretched out her slender and straight beautiful hands to tear up the album directly!

How could she keep such an extremely embarrassing thing!

Apart from anything else, if someone saw it...

Then she would have to save her face!

Just when Leng Mei put the album aside and made a move to tear it up, Di Lin seemed to know what she was doing. He took advantage of his taller figure than Leng Mei and took the album back from Leng Mei's hand.

"As a gift on the eve of the wedding, it is better for me to keep it."

Di Lin said, holding the album high, turned around and walked out the door.

Leng Mei was 1.7 meters tall. When Di Lin snatched the album from her hand, she jumped up and tried to grab the album held in the air by Di Lin, but she couldn't reach it: "Give it to me! Give it to me! Chief, please give it to me. I will do whatever you want in the future, okay~ Give it to me!" Leng Mei chased Di Lin all the way out of the room. No one saw that Di Lin was holding the album that Leng Mei was begging for while running. When he walked out of the door of the room, the arc of his eyes was slightly raised upwards. ...... There were still two weeks before the wedding that Di Lin promised her. In the countryside. Leng Mei, who was taking Di Lin for a walk in the countryside, had asked Di Lin for the 190th time: "Are you...really going to marry me?" In return, Di Lin still replied tirelessly: "Yes." He had been waiting for this day for a long time. Leng Mei swallowed deeply, then looked up at Di Lin, repeating the original question in a different way: "So you...really want to marry me?"

"Yes!" Di Lin was not tired of Leng Mei's question. His slender hand interlocked with Leng Mei's delicate hand. He stared at her with undisguised admiration and replied solemnly.

Leng Mei swallowed lightly, suppressed the joy that could not be conveyed in her heart, and smiled at Di Lin:

"Is this okay...I was just your mistress before..."

At the critical moment, Leng Mei became shy.

She glanced at Di Lin with a look of flowers waiting to bloom.

Before the words were completely finished, Di Lin grabbed her wrist and said coldly as promised:

"Who said you are my mistress?"

He never regarded her as his lover!

"That's what the organization says, and you forced me when I was only sixteen, so I'm not your mistress..." Leng Mei was puzzled when she heard Di Lin's angry look. She turned her head and pouted. The moment she explained. A big head had already landed from the top of her head. He grabbed her small mouth tightly with his handsome lips and tossed and turned. Damn it! Who on earth said the word mistress! He didn't intend to treat her as a mistress when he forced her from the beginning! It's only a matter of time for her to marry him! ...... On the day when Di Lin and Leng Mei got married, Yun Jian and a group of people were also invited and arrived as scheduled. "Sister Jian, why don't I see Leng Mei and her husband?" Qingyou pulled Gu Nian's arm and asked Yun Jian excitedly. "Wow, Leng Mei is getting married, will she play mahjong with us in the future?" Gu Nian rubbed her eyes that didn't have any tears at all, and spoke with a heartache. "Why are you playing mahjong? You'd better get rid of the follower who has been following you!" Qingyu shook Gu Nian's arm gently and glanced behind Gu Nian. However, there was a man standing there in plain clothes, obviously waiting for Gu Nian. It was Linong. "By the way, Sister Jian, where do you think Leng Mei has gone? Why hasn't she come out to play with us yet?" Qingyu stamped her feet and asked Yun Jian. However, Yun Jian only smiled and said: "Maybe, she is doing something unspeakable." ... A wedding room. The wedding has not been completed yet. "Well, don't... Leader, don't pull it, it hurts less... It will be discovered later if you tear the wedding dress..." The soft female voice was exchanged for someone's deeper treatment. The night is still long. Their story is not over, but just beginning.