"Brother Qianmo? What's wrong with you?" Xiaochun looked at Ye Qianmo who had fallen into a coma with tears in his eyes. Xia Youxin handed Ye Qianmo to Ahern, and her tone was not good: "Do you know he is injured?

How could you push him like this!"

Xia Youxin was shaking with anger. Ye Qianmo, who had fallen into a semi-conscious state, took Xia Youxin's hand: "Youxin, come here and help me!"

Xia Youxin knew that Ye Qianmo was deliberately trying to excuse Xiao Chun, so she pursed her lips and remained motionless. Xiao Chun wanted to step forward but was swept by Ye Qianmo's cold eyes, and she didn't dare to move at that moment.

"Youxin." Ye Qianmo slowed down his tone. Xia Youxin stamped her feet and ran back to Ye Qianmo.

Xiao Chun was alone on the lawn, looking silently at Ye Qianmo's room on the second floor. Someone tapped her shoulder: "Xiao Chun, why are you here alone, where is Ahern?"

The woman in an exquisite dress looked at Xiao Chun with a smile. Xiao Chun was about to tell where Ahern was, but when she saw Xia Youxin's figure flashing past on the second floor, she changed her words: "Sister Lucy, Ahern already has a very beloved wife."

She is a woman, her name is Xia Youxin, she is a very beautiful oriental woman."

"Xia Youxin? Can an Oriental woman be as good-looking as me?" Lucy didn't believe it. She was a beauty pageant girl.

"It's the real sister Lucy. I think Ahern is serious this time." Xiao Chun said pitifully.

On the second floor, Ahern looked at Xia Youxin who was taking care of Ye Qianmo with envy: "Youxin, you are what you Orientals call a good wife and mother."

Xia Youxin looked at Ye Qianmo who had fallen asleep, and while going downstairs with Ahern, she joked: "I heard that you have confidantes all over Italy?"

Ahern smiled and said nothing. After seeing the woman at the door, his handsome face showed some discomfort: "Lucy? Why are you here today?"

Lucy looked at Xia Youxin, raised her head and walked to Xia Youxin: "You are indeed beautiful, but I will not lose to you."

"What are you talking about?" Xia Youxin looked at Ahern.

Ahern stepped forward to stop Lucy and asked in confusion: "Lucy, what are you talking about?"

Lucy blocked Ahern's hand that stretched out to her and said in Italian: "This is our women's battlefield. If you are a gentleman, you should not interfere."

Ahern translated to Xia Youxin with a wry smile. Xia Youxin said in surprise: "Isn't this the first time we've met?"

Lucy thrust her waist, her delicate face full of fighting spirit: "Oriental woman, I want to have a duel with you! You have to accept it!"

After Lucy left, Xia Youxin's phone rang. Just as she was about to answer the call, she quickly hung up. "Lin Jie? Why did you hang up again?" Xia Youxin murmured, worried, and called back.

When Lin Jie picked up the phone, Xia Youxin heard Lin Jie's drunken voice.

"Have you been drinking?" Xia Youxin frowned.

"Haha, Xia Youxin, what am I in your heart?" Lin Jie drank a lot, and his voice was much lower than usual.

"Friend." Xia Youxin replied firmly. "You, you, you just don't want to lie to me. This is the most heartless thing about you." A swallowing sound came from the phone.

"Don't drink for so long, it's not good for your health." After a long silence, Xia Youxin said softly and wanted to hang up the phone.

"Xia Youxin." Lin Jie suddenly said.

Lin Jie's voice was serious, sober, and decisive. Xia Youxin held her breath and listened. "Xia Youxin, I think I'm going to get married." Lin Jie suddenly said with a smile.

"Sisi?" Xia You subconsciously wanted to dissuade him, but found that he had no position.

"If you say you don't want me to get married, I will keep waiting for you." Lin Jie said softly.
Chapter completed!