Chapter seven hundred and fortieth chatting(2/2)
Hou Tiantian's mouth was tightly pursed.
Lin Miao curled her lips.
To be honest, she was not surprised by this situation.
The two people have too many different temperaments, and conflicts are inevitable.
This is still the sweet period. If you really get together, you will suffer.
Hou Tiantian held it for a while and whispered: "He proposed to me."
Lin Miao's mouth opened slightly.
Can a proposal make the woman cry?
This is really new.
"I didn't agree," Hou Tiantian's voice was so low that it was almost unaudible.
Lin Miao grinned.
That's no wonder.
"Mr. Lin is angry?"
Hou Tiantian nodded.
"He," she suddenly had some difficulty speaking.
"He said something unpleasant, and I was angry for a moment and replied a few words."
"And what," Lin Miao asked.
"Then I'll come back," said Hou Tiantian, crying again.
Lin Miaofu was in his heart, "He didn't give you?"
Hou Tiantian covered her face and shook her head slightly.
"This is a bastard," Lin Miao cursed, and pulled two pieces of paper to let the substitute's wet face with Hou Tiantian.
Hou Tiantian cried for a while and finally stabilized.
"I'm fine, I just feel depressed, let me tell you."
"It's really okay?"
Chapter completed!