"We've known each other now, but only with nodding friends!"

An Xiaoxiao said righteously: "You have to believe me, otherwise I will be angry!" ”

Seeing An Xiaoxiao pursed her mouth, Jiang Muye was helpless, obviously angry with herself, why did she coax and coax her again?

"Well, I believe you." Jiang Muye sighed slightly, stretched out his hand and rubbed her cheeks: "Didn't you say that you trusted each other?" ”

An Xiaoxiao snorted: "You don't believe me first!" ”

Jiang Muye: "...... Baby, I was wrong. ”

An Xiaoxiao was still displeased: "Then what should I do?" I'm angry. ”

Jiang Muye had no choice but to stretch out his arm and roll up the sleeves of his T-shirt: "Come on, bite it." ”

Ann snickered, it's really unprincipled, but I like it, hehehe......

She didn't bite Jiang Muye's arm, she only hugged his neck, raised her head and kissed his lips, Jiang Muye just like this, once again fell into An's little gentle trap.

It doesn't matter what little white face, what clear water dwelling, what you know or not.

At the moment, she's here, it's fine.

……

In the bedroom, Old Man Jiang sat on the carved rosewood Taishi chair by the window with a cloud cake.

Outside the window is a heavy night, a little starlight accompanied by sporadic lights, the open window seeps into the spring night breeze, and the fragrance of bamboo leaves lingers in a room.

It's like those eventful years.

The old man tore open the wrapping paper of the cloud cake with a solemn and reverent expression, put it on the tip of his nose again and sniffed it, and his face instantly became happy.

It's the taste of the past.

After quietly reminiscing for a long time, he carefully tore off a piece of pastry, put it in his mouth and chewed it gently, the fragrance was pervasive and fragrant.

Like, the taste of first love.

And the young man, Lian Songbai, he laughed like Aya.

Aya, will I ever see you again in my lifetime?

……

Qingshuiju, Lian Songbai passed by the living room and returned to the study after taking a bath, and saw Tang Yuan sitting on the sofa staring at him refreshedly.

Lian Songbai looked down at himself for a moment, except that his hair was still wet because he didn't find a hair dryer, there was nothing wrong with anything else.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Tang Yuan thought for a while and said, "What do you think of my sister's boyfriend?" ”

"Which one?" Lian Songbai walked to the sofa and sat down.

"It's the one who walked up to the door of the restaurant to shake hands with you, wearing a high-end black suit and red tie, and the gentle and elegant handsome guy who rode with my sister and couple."

Tang Yuan said a lot in a row, and after finishing speaking, he looked at Lian Songbai for a moment and nodded to himself: "I don't feel worse than you." ”

Lian Songbai: "...... Jiang Mujin, right? That's good, but how do you know he's your sister's boyfriend? There's another one coming from behind. ”

"The way he looked at my sister was full of doting and tenderness, and it was easy to tell."

Tang Yuan thought for a while and replied: "Later, the one with eyes like a knife should be Jiang Muye, the husband of the little lady, and his temperament is so terrifying!" ”

Tang Yuan recalled Jiang Muye's eyes and almost shuddered.

"Really?" Lian Songbai raised his eyebrows: "He doesn't seem to be bad." ”

"That's pretty good, okay, the richest man in Jinghai, but it's relatively low-key, and he never participates in this kind of asset ranking, I guess if I really want to take him to a row, tsk, the richest man in China must be no problem, in short, it's amazing, my idol."

"Isn't it the first time you've seen him today?" Lian Songbai looked at him: "How do you know so clearly?" ”

"Of course I have to find out about her situation when I come to join Miss Xiao, otherwise how dare I take you directly to Qingshui Ju."

Tang Yuan blinked: "I'm great, right?" ”

Lian Songbai: "...... Well. ”

He got up: "I'm going to rest." ”

Tang Yuan looked at his dripping hair with a tangled expression: "I'll give you the phone number of the little lady, you call her and ask where the hair dryer is, it's easy to catch a cold when you sleep with wet hair." ”

He took a note and pencil from under the coffee table, wrote down the number and handed it to Lian Songbai: "No thanks, I'm so sweet." ”

pinching the sticky note paper, the corners of Lian Songbai's lips hooked: "...... Good. ”

Tang Yuan waved his hand to him: "Go, go, I want to play a game, I have a comrade-in-arms who is also in Jinghai, I want to try to ask him out for a meal." ”

Lian Songbai was stunned: "Comrade-in-arms? ”

"The partners in the game team, referred to as comrades-in-arms." Tang Yuan landed on the game interface, and his expression immediately became serious.

Lian Songbai stood silently for a moment, then raised his feet and went to the study.

The Chinese, well, very interesting.

……

Listening to Zhuxuan's bedroom, An Xiaoxiao was taking a bath, and the mobile phone placed at the bedside suddenly rang loudly, and she poked her head out of the bathroom: "Muye, help me answer the phone, it is estimated that Tang Xin called, tell her that I am taking a bath, and I will give her back later." ”

Jiang Muye, who was leaning on the bedside reading a book, reached out and took the mobile phone, unfamiliar number, he answered, and a gentle man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, hello Xiaoxiao, I'm Lian Songbai, I'm sorry to disturb you so late."

"Tiny?" Jiang Muye snorted lightly: "Who allowed you to call her that?" ”

Lian Songbai was stunned: "Jiang Shao? ”

"Hmm." Jiang Muye's voice was cold: "She's taking a bath, what's the matter?" ”

Lian Songbai only asked: "I want to ask where is the hair dryer in Qingshuiju?" ”

Jiang Muye raised his eyebrows: "In the bedside table of our bedroom on the second floor." ”

He deliberately emphasized the words "our bedroom".

Hearing this, Lian Songbai laughed lightly, and his emotions were inexplicable: "Okay." ”

Before hanging up the phone, Jiang Muye said in a solemn tone: "Call her Mrs. Jiang in the future." ”

An Xiaoxiao just wiped her hair and came out and asked, "Who is Mrs. Jiang called?" Tang Xin is home? ”

"It's not Tang Xin." Jiang Muye casually got up and got out of bed, took the towel in her hand and said softly, "I'll wipe your hair." ”

An Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly at him: "Wow." ”

……

Jiang Mujin's car carried Tang Xin all the way to Shangshu, and with the help of the car lights and street lights, he saw Lang Kuo holding Xixi in front of Tang Xin's house.

The car stopped, Jiang Mujin and Tang Xin got out of the car, and Xixi, who was lying in Lang Kuo's arms, turned her head: "Aunt Tang, you're back, my father and I have been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Tang Xin hurriedly leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's not a big deal, just ask how your injuries are?" Lang Kuo smiled at Jiang Mujin beside her, and said hello.

"It's fine, it's a little thing, just a little bruise." Tang Xin said with a smile.

Jiang Mujin's expression was solemn for a moment, so Tang Xin's injury was related to Lang Kuo?

"Sissy refuses to sleep, and she must come and see it with her own eyes to rest assured."

Lang Kuo explained, patting Xixi's head: "Can I go back now?" ”

Xixi nodded and smiled: "Go back, Dad, however, you also want to come and see Aunt Tang, don't you?" ”

Lang Kuo smiled and nodded, then turned his head and asked Tang Xin: "By the way, the person who saved you and Xixi is Ouyang Qin, the eldest young master of the Ouyang family, right?" Don't know which hospital to live in? I want to go see him and thank him. ”

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