There is a very boring study that shows that Chinese men have always had no high requirements for dressing, and there is no uniformity across the country. But it is such a group of people who are not particular enough, but they do not distinguish between north and south, region, race, or division, as long as he is a man, he can't wear a green hat with peace of mind.

Jiang Beisheng is probably not a man.

Even if I'm just a nominal wife, it's not an elegant thing to say that the red apricot is out of the wall after all, not to mention, there are outsiders present, how can I be so shameless?

"Xiaoqi, it's all about this, don't you think you should explain it in front of everyone?"

Zuo Lan's delicate face concealed the surging anger of the dark tide.

I had to stop my chopsticks and glanced at Jiang Beisheng, who was still the same as if he was out of the way, eating slowly.

Cool, cool, thin man.

I retracted my gaze sadly, and was hesitating about how to properly say Chen Yifen's matter, when Bai Muyan, who was sitting in my upper house, suddenly smiled: "Zuo Lan, don't make trouble." "One sentence, four words, only bottomless spoiling, no reminder in moderation.

Zuo Lan is really lucky.

But people with good lives often like to be pampered and proud.

"Trouble?" Zuo Lan's dissatisfied tone made me really understand that I didn't have to enjoy this meal tonight.

Honestly put down the chopsticks, and the moment he raised his eyes, he happened to bump into the crow's feet in the corners of the eyes of the beauty opposite, and was mentioned to the left and right with her contempt, only to hear her purse her lips and snort coldly, Bai Muyan, a patient in the late stage of strict wifery, immediately shrank his shoulders down, and the chopsticks in his hand were carefully placed on the dining table by him, with a humble demeanor and flattering eyes, I am more willing to sympathize with Bai Muyan's humility at this moment than envy Zuo Lan's good life.

"Am I the one assigned according to the trouble?" Zuo Lan asked with full firepower, Bai Muyan snorted: "No, you are not." ”

"Didn't you say that about me?"

"Blame me, blame me for not making things clear. Bai Muyan's attitude of forgiveness is already known to everyone in Sima Zhao's heart. It's a pity that he ran into a woman who didn't give up: "You can't even speak clearly, what qualifications do you have to interject?"

"Yes, yes, my fault, my fault. ”

Mr. Bean once told me that whether a man can save face or not depends largely on the attitude of the woman next to him. Although Nanako really never gave Mr. Bean face at home, if there are outsiders at present, Nanako's acting skills are relaxed, and it is true. Overall, Mr. Bean's face is still very fortunate to live in the eyes of outsiders.

But looking at Zuo Lan's attitude, I shouldn't be ready to let Bai Muyan be a man with face.

"Professor Baida, didn't your knowledge tell you that a perfunctory apology is a lower ugliness?"

"This ...... This ......" Seeing that Bai Muyan was about to be overwhelmed, a pair of eyes kept hinting to Jiang Beisheng.

"I'm done. After receiving a call for help from a friend, Jiang Beisheng, who had been eating with peace of mind, put down the dishes and chopsticks with satisfaction: "Zuo Lan's cooking skills are really invincible in the world. ”

Your uncle, don't you see that these two people are going to fight? Why don't you come out and persuade you to fight!

I winked.

Jiang Beisheng sneered and tilted his head to look at me: "What are you thinking?" ”

Who the gets eye cramps?

I sighed: "I've eaten well, or I'll ......"

"I've eaten too. Zuo Lan looked at me sharply: "Why don't we go to the sofa and sit together?"

"But I haven't eaten yet. Bai Muyan's eyes lingered reluctantly between a few plates of delicacies on the table: "I, I just ate a few bites of a bowl of rice." Zuo Lan, it seems that you still have half a bowl of rice in your rice bowl. I remember that you have to eat a bowl of rice at every meal, and I serve this bowl of rice today according to the usual amount, you ......"

"Since you haven't finished eating, then you eat slowly. Seeing that Zuo Lan's face was getting more and more gloomy, Jiang Beisheng hurriedly got up and made a gesture at me to leave quickly.

"Beisheng," Zuo Lan gritted his teeth and frowned, refusing to calm things down: "I don't want you to be hurt again, there are some things that must be asked face to face." ”

"Zuo Lan, you really misunderstood. Jiang Beisheng walked up to me and rubbed my hair: "I know that man, I asked him to come over." ”

"If you asked him to come over, why didn't you talk just now?"

"Zuo Lan," Bai Muyan anxiously looked back and forth at the pair of cousins and brothers: "Bei Sheng has no reason to lie to you." ”

"Shut up!" Zuo Lan said sharply: "You don't know what kind of woman Wu Xiaoqi is, what are you talking about?"

"I ......"

"What are you? Do you know why Bei Sheng married Wu Xiaoqi?"

Clam?!Why is it involved in marriage again?

I glanced at Jiang Beisheng suspiciously, and he gave me a helpless smile. From his helplessness, I have reason to believe that he knows the meaning of Zuo Lan's words very well.

This made me feel a little uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

"Are you embarrassed to ask me?" Zuo Lan sneered, "Isn't this all your conspiracy?"

Agreeing to get married, you love me, why has it become my conspiracy again?

"Zuo Lan, that's enough. ”

Jiang Beisheng was suddenly angry, a trace of twitching immediately appeared at the corner of Zuo Lan's mouth, Bai Muyan's eyes sank, his face changed suddenly, and before I could react, Bai Muyan had already rushed over and hugged Zuo Lan.

"It's okay, it's okay," like coaxing a child, coaxing Zuo Lan, who seemed to be trembling in his arms: "Beisheng didn't lose his temper, Beisheng was joking with you." ”

"I'm sorry. Jiang Beisheng covered half of his face with one hand, and his tone was full of chagrin.

"I've told you before that it's better to be kind than to apologize. Bai Muyan's resignation was completely swallowed by a trace of indifference, and his whole body exuded indifference that was different from any time before: "Go back, remember to come to dinner tomorrow." ”

"Got it. ”

After Jiang Beisheng responded weakly, he pulled my head and left without looking back.

I can't help but wonder that it all happened so suddenly and so unexpectedly.

"Jiang Beisheng, don't you explain?"

As soon as I got home, I couldn't wait to ask.

The man who walked in front of me slowly turned around, the chagrin before entering the house was gone, and the peace between his eyebrows and eyes was frightening: "I will give you this sentence as it is." ”

I was surprised: "He'...... He was Chen Ou, my colleague, who came to deliver me a bag. ”

"You're wrong," Jiang Beisheng sneered: "What I asked wasn't his name, nor what did he have to do with you?"

"Because...... Because something happened, me, I ......"

"It turns out that something unspeakable happened," Jiang Beisheng's laughter became more and more vicious: "That's why you took the initiative to throw yourself into my arms?"

This ...... This...... This tone, this expression, is it ...... I opened my mouth in disbelief, could it be...... Is he jealous?

Zuo Lan is a manic depression patient, although the condition is not serious, but the doctor said that try not to upset her, it is best to follow her wishes. Probably realizing his gaffe, after being silent with each other and standing stupidly for half a minute, Jiang Beisheng stretched out a hand to cover his eyes, and explained in a sad tone: "Mu Yan and I have always paid attention, especially Mu Yan. She misunderstands you a little, if you want to meet your friends of the opposite sex in the future, it is best not to stay at home, if you have to come to the house, please do not choose when I am not at home. ”

The depth of love is never as simple as it appears on the surface.

I thought Bai Muyan was just an ordinary terminal patient with strict wifery, but it turned out that he wasn't. At this moment, I no longer sympathize with this man's humble love, on the contrary, I envy Zuo Lan from the bottom of my heart for being too good.

After some sadness, I rolled out of the sleepless bed, walked to the door of the second bedroom, and knocked twice: "If you don't sleep, get up and talk to me." Said in a moderate volume.

A minute passed, two minutes passed, and just as the third minute was about to pass, the door opened: "Come in." ”

(To be continued)