Chapter 69: Who's Cold War with You
As soon as I drove onto the avenue in front of the Jiang Group, the towering building came into view, and the majestic building shone in the sun.
In the past, An Xiaoxiao also passed by here, and the mood at that time was like looking at an unattainable dream, but now the dream is still a dream, but she has become the other half of the dream creator's marriage certificate.
It's a wonderful and humble feeling.
The car drove into the underground parking lot of Jiang's Group, and Jiang Muye's black Rolls-Royce was already parked in the parking space.
An Xiaoxiao got out of the car, and Liu Xing handed out the roses again: "Sister An, you take it." β
Seeing his firm expression, An Xiaoxiao had to take it, here Lin Zheng had already opened the back door, An Xiaoxiao sat in, and looked up at Jiang Muye's fascinated handsome face.
I haven't seen him for three days, but he is still as calm and handsome as ever, and his finely crafted facial features are still perfect.
A white shirt without a trace of wrinkles, black suit pants that are not stained with dust, and dark and shiny leather shoes, the man's every move is noble and reserved.
In this way, he is destined to be remembered by the women of this world.
An Xiaoxiao subconsciously lowered her head, she was a little too ordinary in front of him.
I didn't realize it before, I just thought that getting married was a lifetime of mutual support, and after Feng Fangfei's incident, An Yunqi was ......
She sighed slightly, it was really sad.
Ever since she got into the car, Jiang Muye caught a glimpse of her pursing her lips with a displeased expression, and she didn't know what was going on with a bouquet of bright roses in her hand.
Until her sighing voice came, Jiang Muye coughed lightly: "Don't say hello when you see me?" β
An Xiaoxiao muttered: "You didn't say hello to me." β
"Say what?"
Hearing the anger in his tone, An Xiao raised his head, and his delicate red lips pursed: "Hello, Mr. Jiang." β
Oh, listen to this aggrieved tone......
"Where did I you off again?" Jiang Muye's tone was inexplicably soft, mixed with 100% helplessness.
The steering wheel in Lin Zheng's hand in the front row was almost out of direction, and the second master was in front of his wife...... It's really gentle.
He had seen such a situation.
It's an honor.
"Nope." An Xiaoxiao thought for a while: "Aren't we still in a cold war, we have to be a little bit of a cold war." β
"Who is in a cold war with you?"
"Then I'll live in Tang Xin's, and you won't contact me for three days." An Xiaoxiao complained in a low voice, and after speaking, she realized that she seemed to be looking forward to him contacting her.
The problem is that these words were all involuntarily, without her brain, and subconsciously.
"Or do you blame me for not contacting you?" Jiang Muye raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you contact me either?" β
Poof, Lin Zheng's smile was really uncomfortable, and the second master actually had such a naΓ―ve time.
There is a word that comes to his mind: brine and tofu, one thing and one thing.
Mrs. is the brine for that little tofu......
"......" An Xiaoxiao was speechless, and what he said seemed to be right.
"What's the matter with the roses?" Seeing her stunned, Jiang Muye raised his chin and asked.
"Liu Xing gave it to me." Ann Xiaoxiao replied naturally.
Jiang Muye's eyes narrowed slightly, Lin Zheng in the front row was keenly aware of the approaching danger, and for the safety of Liu Xing's life, he decided to sacrifice his life for righteousness.
"Madam, why did Liu Xing give you flowers, this is a rose!" Lin Zheng's tone was full of reminders.
"He originally wanted to give Don ...... Someone else's, someone else's heart didn't want it, so they gave it to me. β
An Xiaoxiao put the flower to the tip of her nose and sniffed it, raised her head and smiled: "It's quite fragrant." β
Her smile was inexplicably sweet, but she didn't notice that Jiang Muye's eyes had turned cold, and the coldness silenced Lin Zheng, madam, I can only help you get here......
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