"Died early?" Zhao Fan's eyelids jumped wildly and he asked subconsciously: "What's going on? Why haven't I heard you say it? And how did you know about it? Did my uncle tell me!"
Lin Qianqian shook her head and smiled, and said: "My uncle didn't tell me this... I promised my dad that I won't tell you until the opportunity comes. Although now in order to get Chun'er back, I have to reveal a little bit, but the details can't be detailed yet. Say, otherwise there will be endless troubles. Just trust me, okay? I am destined to have more than one wife, so why not marry Chun'er, who is in love with me? Right?"
Zhao Fan looked into her eyes with half-understanding, it was indeed true and not a fabrication.
It seemed that his father had hidden a lot from him.
However, if I could have said it, I would have said it long ago.
So Zhao Fan had no intention of going to his father to find out what was going on.
It is worth mentioning that he was so confused that he could not even think of the relationship between dying early and being destined to have more than one wife.
Zhao Fan immediately told Lin Qianqian that he should think calmly before deciding whether to steal the bride or not.
Lin Qianqian was well informed and did not continue to persuade. She smiled and nodded, then stood up and came to the courtyard, where she continued to enjoy the delicious food and wine of the East China Sea Dragon Palace with the curious girls.
And in the bedroom.
Zhao Fan used the strongest deduction skills of the Great Creation lineage, but still found nothing about the cause and effect of destined to have more than one wife. Even the skull of God obtained in the United States was the same.
Ultimately, he couldn't give up.
Then he fell into deep thought.
"Are you trying to force me to become a scumbag?" Zhao Fan was really speechless. He had more than one wife, but he didn't say how many. What if, after snatching back Chen Chun'er and marrying her as his second wife, it still doesn't work?
The so-called objective factors really gave him a headache.
Died young?
Zhao Fan really wanted to say something. With all due respect, there is no "bomb" hidden anywhere in his body or soul. How could he die?
But he also knew that his father's character would never be made up of nothing, and Lin Qianqian was not stupid. If he didn't see something that could prove the secret, he wouldn't believe it.
About an hour passed.
Zhao Fan has finally figured it out. No matter what happens in the future, he can't let Lin Qianqian down!
Another point is that if objective factors force you to have more than two wives, you will not be casually sentimental. If you want to be like now, you must first be accepted by the ones in front of you, especially Lin Qianqian, and secondly, have feelings as the basis. Okay, otherwise, I would rather die early.
At this time, Zhao Fan was no longer as listless as he was when he got the wedding invitation. He regained his former glory without any deliberate intention.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Fan quickly rushed to the yard, and under the stunned gazes of the girls, he hugged Lin Qianqian and kissed her passionately.
Completely ignoring the feelings of the girls, as if they didn't exist.
"Hey, hey, you should at least pay attention to the impact. It's offensive to public morals in broad daylight." Xiao Diao said with a blushing heart.
Huangfu Qing said with a smile: "Weird, so weird."
Feng Qingcheng and Jiang Rao stood there, hesitating to speak, at a loss.
Zhao Fan didn't hear it at all, he was fully immersed in it, but his hands were very honest and did not move.
At this moment, Xiao Diao's eyes lit up, and she suddenly said, "I understand, Brother Fan has good intentions. He is giving us a textbook-level demonstration."
"..."
The girls just rolled their eyes at her.
As time went by, Lin Qianqian struggled awkwardly at first, then her body became weak. Finally, she felt that she was about to suffocate, so she clenched her fist and hit Zhao Fan on the back, "Oh! Let me take a breath... "
Zhao Fan was finally willing to let her go, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Lin Qianqian lowered her head. Facing the crowd of girls, her face felt as hot as fire and she didn't dare to raise her head.
