Jiang Xiran sat on top of him, her flushed face slowly raised, and her eyes looked at his dark eyes a little confused.

She smiled, hugged his cheeks with both hands, her voice was gentle and soft, as usual coquettish and cute, "Mo Shi, Jiang Mo Shi, do you know how much I like you?"

"Do you know that your surname is Jiang? You can only be mine in this life, do you know?"

As she spoke, tears fell, tears fell from her wet eyes, and she looked at him accusatory, and her timid appearance was pitiful.

The upturned nose hit his, and the little hand holding his face was warm and hot.

The Adam's apple rolled, and he thought he might not be able to hold back any longer, "dyeing ......"

Cold lips collided, and he closed his eyes and moved as he pleased.

The snowy night is silent, perhaps because of the white lining, and the room is exceptionally warm and ambiguous.

A night of madness.

Jiang Dushen and Mu Yunsheng returned to the room, and after fulfilling her wish, she felt that she was happy everywhere.

Jiang Dushen looked at her and hummed happily, "Aren't you afraid that something won't happen to them?"

"No, it won't. ”

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"I'm sure you won't fail to see Jiang Moshi's affection for dyeing. ”

He tossed his clothes aside, "What about his affection for dyeing, but he hasn't responded to it for so many years." ”

Mu Yunsheng smiled, "Some people, especially a cold man like Jiang Moshi, are shafts, unless he wants to open it himself." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Dushen's attention was on her, "Then what kind of person am I?"

The red lips were smiling, she sat in front of the makeup mirror, and glanced at him through the refraction in the mirror, "What kind of person is Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang himself doesn't know in his heart?"

Love to lie, have no credit, take advantage of women, and even be cold-blooded, and have no pressure in your heart?

Jiang Moshi is just cold on the outside and entangled in his heart, a man like Jiang Dushen is difficult, the city is too deep, and ordinary people can't afford to provoke him.

How could he see her in the mirror and despise herself so much?

"It seems that you have a lot of opinions about me. ”

Mu Yunsheng finally turned around, looking at him with peach blossom eyes, "It seems that Mr. Jiang is still a little self-aware." ”

With that, she got up and went to the bathroom.

When she reached the door, she stopped again, turned back and pointed to the sofa, "Tonight, the bed is mine, you go and sleep there." ”

The thin lips raised only for the end of the arc, and the man shrugged his shoulders as if it didn't matter.

Ten minutes later, Mu Yunsheng came out of the bathroom and saw him lying on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed for a moment, "Jiang Dushen?"

He was looking at the magazine, his eyes were not raised, and he said seriously, "After washing, rest early." ”

"Do you want me to sleep on the couch?"

"No," he put down the book, his dark eyes meeting her gaze, "Bed." ”

.........

She didn't have a good temper anymore, but she still patiently discussed with him, "Jiang Dushen, what did you say in the agreement?"

Inky eyes glanced at her, he smiled a little ruffian, and his voice was sexy, "Since you have such a bad impression of me, then why should I care about this image?"

He saw that her white and quiet little face was rarely angry at this moment by his faceless trickery, and his puffing appearance tempted his heart to beat suddenly.

The soft light quietly cut out his outline, he held the book, a casual and lazy posture, and a clean and handsome face looked inexplicably tempted at this time.

Jiang Dushen coaxed her in a soft tone, "Today's New Year, it's uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa, and when grandpa doesn't watch the Spring Festival Gala, I'll go to the guest room to sleep." ”

"Really?"

"What if you don't go?"

A low chuckle spread across his lips as he teased her, "Didn't we sleep many times?"