An Xiaoxiao saw him pursing his lips and closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, only to hear a burst of information around him, and the room turned quiet for a moment.

I think it's all gone, Jiang Muye's temperament, he doesn't give him face like this, and he is estimated to be angry, just right, anyway, I don't want to pass it.

An Xiaoxiao sighed slightly and opened her eyes, and what she saw was a clear and cold face, and she leaned towards her with thin lips......

An Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand against his chest: "Jiang Muye, you ......"

Jiang Muye looked at her with a pair of deep eyes: "Aren't you asleep?" ”

His voice was low and smiling, and the corners of his lips were lightly hooked, and he looked like he was in a good mood.

An Xiaoxiao frowned: "Can't you wake up?" ”

"Okay."

Jiang Muye stood up straight, took off his jacket, and a very slim white shirt lined his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his figure was perfect.

Seeing that he didn't want to leave at all, An Xiaoxiao continued to frown: "What I said in your office this morning was serious. ”

Jiang Muye found a chair and sat down, his eyes were still deep: "I know." ”

An Xiaoxiao looked away: "That's good." ”

Jiang Muye hooked his lips: "But I don't agree." ”

An Xiaoxiao didn't squeak, only frowned and looked to the side, Jiang Muye didn't know what she was thinking, so he said straightforwardly: "Something like today won't happen." ”

"Which one?"

An Xiaoxiao turned around, with displeasure in her tone: "Was it about me being slapped by my mother or about your childhood sweetheart Ye Zhenzhen going to your office?" Or maybe I was attacked one after another because you were in society? ”

"None of them." Jiang Muye's eyes were gloomy: "None of this will be done in the future." ”

Seeing his serious look, An Xiaoxin was a little softer, but this series of events made her unable to let go of it for a while.

Feng Fangfei's matter has not been explained clearly, and now there is a series of them, which is simply the rhythm that God doesn't want the two of them to be together.

"It doesn't matter."

An Xiao's tone was very calm: "I have already made up my mind to divorce you, whether it is Feng Fangfei or Ye Zhenzhen in the future, it will have nothing to do with me." ”

Jiang Muye frowned slightly: "The reason why you want to divorce me is just because of these, right?" ”

"Or else?"

An Xiaoxiao looked at him with a high spirit and snorted: "Could it be that I am proposing divorce when there is a prairie above my head?" ”

"A prairie overhead?" Jiang Muye frowned repeatedly: "Talk about people!" ”

An snorted slightly, and there was really no sense of accomplishment in arguing with him: "I don't want to talk to you anymore, really, you go, I'm going to the bathroom." ”

Jiang Muye got up and said softly: "I'll take you with you." ”

"No!" An Xiaoxiao's hand that was uncovering the quilt paused: "I can do this myself." ”

couldn't help but say, Jiang Muye directly lifted her quilt and leaned over to pick her up: "With me, it's not your turn to walk." ”

An Xiaoxiao: "......"

Black question mark face, what kind of logic is this? What brain circuits? What a wonder!

In view of the disparity in strength, An Xiaoxiao struggled for a moment and finally let him carry him into the bathroom, then closed the door and stood at the door.

Looking at his tall silhouette outside the frosted glass door, An Xiaoxiao frowned: "Can you go away?" So close to me...... How to go to the toilet. ”

Jiang Muye smiled low outside the door: "I haven't seen anything, what are you so shy." ”

Although he said this, he still walked away and took his mobile phone to search for the meaning of An Xiaoxiao's sentence "a prairie above his head".

……

When An Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the bathroom, she saw Jiang Muye standing a few steps away with a black face, she glanced at it obliquely, and automatically walked to the bed.

What else do you say that he doesn't have to walk by himself, hehe, it's not halfway!

Stepping on the floor, An Xiaoxiao noticed that her feet were soft as if she were stepping on cotton, but she didn't want to show weakness in front of Jiang Muye.

Trying to take two steps forward, she felt like her back was getting soaked and sweating......

She gritted her teeth and insisted, but she rushed forward at the moment when she was wrong with Jiang Muye, and the next moment she was picked up by Jiang Muye and restrained in her arms.

The light and sweet smell of perfume on his body was mixed with the hormonal smell unique to mature men, which made An Xiaoxiao blush again.

His ears were pressed against his chest, and the sound of his heart beating clearly in his chest was heard clearly.

She raised her head, the man in front of her was really handsome, the fortitude between his eyebrows and eyes, the coolness on his thin lips, and the hardness of his angular cheeks......

is not inferior to the popular students in the entertainment industry with their own merits, and even a little more masculine and resolute.

It's no wonder that the pseudo-celebrity An Yunqi, the popular little flower Feng Fangfei, and the returned Kochi Ye Zhenzhen and others all want to be taken into his pocket one after another.

It's just that I haven't knocked him down after living with him for so long, it's really tyrannical to say.

An Xiaoxiao was thinking about it, and listened to Jiang Muye's cold voice: "A prairie overhead? Well? Today you have given me such a name, why don't you wait for me to practice it for you? ”

An Xiaoxiao: "Hehe, I'm sorry, I'm not interested anymore, you can practice it for others to see!" ”

Jiang Muye hooked his lips, and the corners of his lips smiled with coldness: "Since that's the case, let's start today." ”

He leaned over and picked her up and put her straight on the hospital bed, bullied her and pressed it, An Xiaoxiao dodged his hot lips and stretched out her hand to push him: "Jiang Muye, you bastard, what are you going to do!" We're all going to get divorced! ”

Jiang Muye snorted, and his tone continued to be cold: "Since we are going to divorce, I will do you, isn't it just planting grass for my future wife!" A savannah, huh? How many pieces of grass do you need? 120,000 or 100,000? Before you finish planting the prairie, don't want me to let you go! ”

An Xiaoxiao: "...... You, you, ......"

Jiang Muye's kiss was overwhelming again, hot and hot, with a sense of obstinacy and rudeness, with the power of An Xiaoxiao's mantis arm as a car, it couldn't shake Jiang Muye at all.

She thought, resign herself to her fate, she is going to get a divorce anyway.

From then on, the bridge will return to the bridge, the road will return to the road, and my mother can also explain the past.

Seeing that she stopped struggling, Jiang Muye was stunned for a moment, and looked down at her: "What?" Figured it out? ”

An Xiaoxiao snorted: "Anyway, if you want to be someone else's husband, I'll use it first, and there's no loss!" ”

Jiang Muye couldn't cry or laugh in an instant, he stopped moving, rubbed her cheek with his hand, and his tone was soft: "What are you thinking about all day long!" ”

He chuckled, got up, and raised his eyebrows: "Since the opinions are agreed, then don't rush this time, let's do it another day." ”

"Change your sister!" An Xiaoxiao became irritable: "Get out!" ”

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