My drag queen top is as beautiful as a painting

The spring wind was warm, and Jian Mo sat on the balcony, her white feet gently swaying. The man downstairs looked at her feet and frowned. "Jane Mo, get down here!" "Yang Zhexu, I'm not going to let you do whatever you want to me anymore." For a moment she seemed to be freed, and the colorful butterflies came out of nowhere and danced around her, spreading their wings. The balcony was empty except for bells of pure gold. "'Jianmo!'" Yang Zhexu's eyes snapped open, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It was a nightmare. At that moment, an urgent voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Yang, bad news, Miss Jane has run away again!"

No one knew that as a legal spouse, she was the "third child," the man who led the "third child" through the city every day, and her presence was the third child. Gu Lan couldn't stand it any longer. And the man had turned into the "loving husband" who had been secretly in love with him for years?

Unlocking various positions with his arch-nemesis, Chu Qi felt like he will being killed before he could even succeed.