The master shouted several times in a row, but the only thing that answered her was the sound of the door. [No pop-ups. 】

"The bigger you get, the more disobedient you become." The wife complained and turned her head.

Ning An smiled: "Ah Heng is very powerful, he has a company abroad by himself, and you can enjoy it." ”

Mu Xiaoyi is still peeling pistachios, peeling them one by one.

Under the eyes, there are no small emotions in sight, such as pear blossoms falling into the ocean, and they are gone.

Ye Jiaqi saw her peel one after another, and the small bowl was full of pistachios she had peeled.

She lowered her head and peeled it very carefully, as if the whole world was left with the only thing left to peel pistachios.

A sixteen-year-old girl, with fair skin and a peculiar childishness, is pitifully simple.

"Small, small."

"Ahh Mu Xiaoyi raised his head.

The big eyes are bright and shiny, and the long eyelashes are particularly beautiful.

The master touched her little head: "How many times have I called you, did I hear it?" Peeled a bowl, don't peel it, give you Brother Heng some, he used to love to eat. ”

Mu Xiaoyi shook his head: "Don't give it to him." ”

When my wife heard her childish words, she smiled: "Did your brother Heng bully you again?" ”

"No, I peeled it for Sister An An and Sister Jiaqi, not for Brother Heng."

As he spoke, Mu Xiaoyi put all the pistachios in front of them.

Ning An ate one, and just after eating, the mobile phone rang.

"I'll go out and answer a call."

Ning An walked into the courtyard outside the villa, Xiumei frowned slightly, and her thin red lips were pursed into a line.

"Hey." Her voice is soft and soft.

But in this softness is a faint coolness.

It is light and fluttering, and when the wind blows, it will disperse.

"The housekeeper said you didn't come home today." On the other end, it was Song Shao Yansen's cold and slightly dissatisfied voice.

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Where have you been?"

"It's just a chat with friends and afternoon tea."

"Which friend do I know?"

"Song Shaoyan, you are very annoying, I never ask about you." Ning An was angry.

Qingxiu's face was covered with a layer of cold frost, and the tips of her eyebrows were twisted into a pimple.

Really, Song Shaoyan is very annoying.

"You think I want to ask you?" Song Shaoyan was also inexplicably angry, "Get back before ten o'clock." ”

"I'm sorry, I don't want to go back today."

Ning An's temper also came up, and when she heard Song Shaoyan say this, she also felt a dissatisfaction in her heart.

"Ning An, play tricks with me to get away with it? Well? Don't you really want me to sleep with you, and now I'm back to give you this opportunity, not happy? Not happy? ”

"Song Shaoyan, get out!"

Ning An was so angry that she held on to the trunk of the tree in the courtyard, and under the street lamp, her thin figure was trembling slightly, and her fingernails were almost broken.

"What's wrong, I said it wrong? Who was desperate to marry me in the first place? Well? ”

Ning An was silent, his palm pressed against the cold, hard trunk.

In the place of the heart, there are like a circle of ripples spreading.

"Song Shaoyan, get a divorce."

In the wind, these words floated lightly, like ghosts.

All around, only the sound of the wind and the shaking of bamboo leaves remained.

This is the first time that Ning An took the initiative to mention the word "divorce".

These two words, even Song Shaoyan, have not been mentioned.

On the other side, there was a sudden dead silence.

There was no sound at all.

After a while, Song Shaoyan slowly spoke: "What trick do you want to play?" Well? I haven't gotten the group in my grandfather's hands yet, so I have nothing to fear? Ning An, I can't see it, so scheming. ”

"Whatever you want."

Ning An raised his head, his eyes red.