my husband is crazy

Ma Xiangzhuo not only has a pretty face, but he doesn't look very manly, he is also a bit feminine.

Modern gentlemen in Tianjin Wei like to wear cologne, but he thinks that women's perfume is more fragrant and pleasant, so he sprays it a few times every time he goes out.

"This is a perfume imported from abroad."

Ma Xiangzhuo felt aggrieved, and looked at Qin Buchuan with resentful and greedy eyes.

Qin Buchuan was dressed in black today, and this black suit made his skin even whiter. Because of this black suit, he also added a bit of a boyish temperament that would not appear in normal times, and lost his boyish quality, showing a It is a youthful, fresh and sharp taste unique to young people.

Ma Xiangzhuo took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth calmly, feeling that he was about to drool.

Qin Buchuan turned his eyes and looked at Ling Xiran, who was pushed sideways by one person, and opened his mouth: "Brother Ran, why don't you go back to the mansion first—"

"Mister Qin!"

Qin Buchuan didn't finish his sentence, he didn't even have time to close his mouth, Ma Xiangzhuo had already been knocked back and retreated from his position, and was replaced by a pure black dress, even the bow on his head was pure black Miss Feng.

Ms. Feng opened her arms, the worry on her face was sincere, and she threw herself forward to hug Qin Buchuan. She loved Qin Buchuan and regarded him as the cutest boy in the world, and wanted to monopolize this cutest boy as her own personal property.

And because it was a funeral, she didn't think it was a big deal to give the sweet boy of his dead father a hug.

Qin Buchuan had no way to retreat this time, there was a wall behind him, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

Looking at Miss Feng, who is dressed in a western dress and has curly hair, she feels that her face is ferocious, like a replica of her best old lady, and she immediately thinks of the miserable childhood when she was beaten by her mother.

Qin Buchuan's legs softened and he yelled, "Help, save, help!"

Ling Xiran was born out of nowhere, and he didn't care about decency and gentlemanly spirit. He grabbed the back of the skirt of the strange lady in black dress with one hand, and pulled her back half a meter abruptly.

Not only was Ms. Feng's skirt pulled, her long curly hair was also pulled a few times. Her two willow-leaf eyebrows that had been drawn fiercely formed an "eight", and she turned around like a teapot with her arms crossed: "You Do you know who my father is, dare to touch me—”

Ling Xiran let go, and looked at the pungent lady with cold eyes. Miss Feng's eyes entered his face, his posture, his words turned around, and he bit his tongue.

Her "eight" character Liu Yemei also quickly returned to its original position, her eyes were closed and her mouth was covered, only the young man with bright brows and indifferent eyes was left in her eyes.

This young man has a white shirt and black trousers, his whole body is either black or white, black and white is as distinct as his face, his face is already as smooth and white as jade, his eyebrows are black and more pure, only one mouth is a one on the white snow Crimson plum.

Ling Xiran looked at Miss Feng who was in a daze, thinking that he had frightened the girl, and apologized softly: "It was abrupt."

Qing Lingling's voice drifted into her ears, Miss Feng blinked her eyes, the stupefied just now seemed like a dream.

An ink painting of black mountains and white waters in the dream, the black is him, the white is him, and the crimson color is still him. The ink painting at first glance is elegant and freehand, but when I look at it again, my heart is like thunder.

Miss Feng blushed: "You... you can move casually, it's nothing, it's nothing."

After all, she covered her mouth and smiled softly, shyly. There is not a single day in her life that she is not arrogant, but today is when a mouse meets a cat, a girl meets a man, and the arrogant cat can no longer stretch out its claws. He retracted his sharp claws and turned them into flesh pads, for fear of hurting that person and offending him.

Qin Buchuan took a few steps forward, hid behind Ling Xiran, patted his small chest, and thanked Ling Xiran for saving him.

After he sighed, seeing the rest of the people in the mourning hall and his eldest brother and sister-in-law looked over, he quickly waved his hands to Ms. Feng and the others: "Thank you Ms. Feng and Mr. Ma for coming today. My father must be glad to know."

These words are nondescript, but Ms. Feng and Mr. Ma have already traveled hundreds of thousands of miles in their minds. Ling Xiran raised his foot and said goodbye to Qin Buchuan: "I'm going first, you take care of yourself."

Qin Buchuan nodded: "You should also be careful not to stay up late."

After Qin Buchuan finished speaking, he saw that with Ling Xiran leaving, Miss Feng was walking out behind him in a daze, and Ma Xiangzhuo followed him two steps before turning his head and smiling coldly at him: "Mister Qin , I suddenly remembered that there was something urgent at home today, so I left first."

Qin Buchuan said "Oh" and cursed in his heart, "Damn it, this little boy, get out of here."

Thinking about it, he opened his mouth and sneezed again.

Ma Xiangzhuo lingered behind Ms. Feng all the way, his fascination was already upside down, looking over Ms. Feng to see the tall and tall figure in front of him, he could only say one sentence in his heart - there is such a stunning and stunning person in the world!

There are two people behind Ling Xiran, of course he knows, but these two are dressed as modern ladies and gentlemen, they look either rich or expensive, and they don't look like thugs who rob houses, so he just took it as a journey and kept silent.

Unexpectedly, when he walked all the way to the door of his mansion, the two of them planned to follow in together.

As soon as Ling Xiran turned around, her tone did not change, her expression did not change, she looked at the two of them coldly and emotionlessly: "Did the two of you go the wrong way?"

Miss Feng lowered her head, tapped her toes on the ground, and was about to speak coyly, but Ma Xiangzhuo stepped forward first, puffing out her chest: "This gentleman, my surname is Ma, facing north and south, extraordinary - Ma Xiangzhuo. "

Ling Xiran looked at Ma Xiangzhuo, he knew who he was when he heard his name, and then looked at Ma Xiangzhuo, he was somewhat similar to Qin Buchuan in appearance, they both had a fair face, but Ma Xiangzhuo seemed to have a brain Not smart.

Ling Xiran had no tolerance for stupid people, and his tone became even more indifferent: "Oh, Mr. Ma, I know you."

Ma Xiangzhuo was immediately amused, and when he was finished, he thought it was wrong. His name seemed not very positive. Miss Feng spoke at this moment, and first glared at Ma Xiangzhuo. This playboy was disgusted to death. Saying a word is tarnishing this young man!

"My surname is Feng, Feng Lili." Miss Feng suppressed her shyness and looked straight at Ling Xiran, "What's your name, sir?"

Ling Xiran looked at Feng Lili in front of her. In theory, a man would always give a lady some face, especially Feng Lili is still a beautiful lady.

It's a pity that the growth of Ling Xiran's age is completely proportional to the growth of narcissism. Now 21 years later, narcissism has become a neurosis. Looking at Feng Lili, she only thinks, she is average, she looks really average, and she seems to be worse than Ma Xiangzhuo.