Chapter 1178: I love you, Yue Xin Luo (plus 8)

"What kind of plastic surgery doctor, I don't know what you are talking about." Wan Weiwei was surprised by the woman in front of her, seeing through the card.
No, no, she can't show her cowardice.
Tang Xinluo is dead, there is no Tang Xinluo in this world.
She has an identity certificate and a marriage certificate. She is the only one who can replace Tang Xinluo.
Wan Weiwei quickly calmed down and looked at Xin Luo.
She glanced quickly, trying to see the flaw in Xin Luo's face.
But after watching for a long time, I couldn't find anything unnatural at all.
If it wasn't for the hostility between the two, she would even want to ask where to find the cosmetic surgeon.
"No, why should I explain this to you. I tell you, I am Tang Xinluo and I am Lu Yuchen's wife. Our relationship is well known, and I still have a marriage certificate here!"
"It's you, your name is Yue Xinluo, right? Look at your face, and then look at your name, you are clearly learning from me. Huh, it's really sad, not only is the name a substitute, even this face is also a substitute Yue Xinluo, you just followed me on purpose to get Yu Chen's attention!"
Wan Weiwei was not a fuel-efficient lamp either. At this time, she had calmed down, and the more she looked at Xin Luo, the more suspicious she became.
The names are the same, the looks are the same, and even the manner in which they speak is a bit like Tang Xinluo.
This woman was clearly the substitute Lu Yuchen was looking for.
Wan Weiwei thought that she had found the crux of the problem, no wonder Lu Yuchen was indifferent to her, this is to find a substitute, don't want the rhythm of the master?
No, no, it won’t be like this.
If he doesn't love the righteous master, why should he find a substitute?
This is clearly love but not, because love produces hate.
Deliberately find a stand-in to anger yourself!
Wan Weiwei thought she was the truth, but she didn't expect that she actually crooked into a .
The only blame is Yue Xinluo's return, which is currently only known to a small group of people.
However, Lu Huanting did not tell Zhuo Mingfu that they had arranged a fake Tang Xinluo plan because he had not completely trusted Zhuo Mingfu.
In the eyes of Zhuo Mingfu and Tang Mi, Yue Xinluo was nothing but a woman who looked like Tang Xinluo and had an ordinary identity.
Under this blunder, the fake Tang Xinluo, who had been high hopes by Lu Huanting, hit the real Tang Xinluo by mistake.
"Puff--" Xin Luo laughed unceremoniously after hearing Wan Weiwei's words.
The thief shouts to catch the thief, which is really interesting.
She stood on tiptoe gently, and leaned toward Lu Yuchen, "Husband, what should I do... This woman said that she was imitating her and that she was a stand-in. I don't care, I want you to say that the person you love is me, no other people."
When the little woman leaned toward his ear, Lu Yuchen unconsciously held up her soft waist and listened.
This instinctive cooperation is almost inscribed in the body.
Before he could think, the little woman's breath fell on his ears.
This almost caused the man's lower abdomen to react immediately.
And that soft voice was no longer as disgusting as Wan Weiwei's babble just now.
Lu Yuchen even wanted to straighten up her small chin, and then lowered his head to kiss her fascinating lips.
Thinking so, he did.
A man who was originally a forbidden temperament, suddenly used a big palm to support the woman's delicate buttocks.
The other big hand raised her chin, leaned over and kissed in full view.
A lingering kiss, with affection.
Every time she sucked a kiss, she seemed to her soul out of the small mouth of the incense sandalwood.
When the kiss was over, he finally let go of her.
Lu Yuchen did not forget the question of the little woman.
He held her and paid for it.
In the lazy voice, there was love.
"Of course the person I love is you... I love you, Yue Xinluo."
No matter what you become or what name you change, you will always be the person in my heart.
You will always be my Xiao Luo...
[The author has something to say] 12 is over, and tomorrow is 8~ Good night! (Look for a monthly pass!)