An Xiaoxiao decided to take evasive measures, she quickly went up to the second floor from the stairs, the master bedroom door was open, she dodged and opened the door of the second bedroom with agility.

In the room, all her personal belongings were gone.

An Xiaoxiao: "......"

She came out of the second bedroom slowly, knocked on the door of the master bedroom, Jiang Muye was sitting by the window reading the newspaper, heard her movement and did not react.

An Xiaoxiao simply went in: "You...... Why did you bring my stuff here......"

"What do you think?"

Hearing his cold tone, An Xiaoxiao went to the cloakroom, her suitcase stood untouched, but the wall was full of bags.

Those who can call the brand, those who can't call the brand, those who are hand-held, those who are shoulder-carried, large and small, are hung on a wall with a dazzling array of eyes.

This......

An Xiaoxiao couldn't cry or laugh, the idea of dragging the suitcase back to the second bedroom was suppressed by her, and she paced out of the cloakroom door.

"Package...... Bought for me? An Xiaoxiao asked, her tone slightly twisted.

Jiang Muye finally raised his head, his face was as pale as water: "What do you think?" ”

An Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and smiled: "It's very expensive, right?" ”

Jiang Muye's eyes were faint: "What do you think?" ”

An Xiaoxiao: "......"

Although the tone is still cold, but this coaxing attitude can be regarded as quite sincere, no way, as an ordinary woman, it really cures all diseases.

She walked up to Jiang Muye and looked down at him: "The person who lives in Qingshui now is called Lang Kuo, and he bought Qingshui Residence." ”

"Why did you sell the house?" Jiang Muye said he was incomprehensible.

"I didn't sell it." An Xiaoxiao sighed: "In short, Qingshuiju no longer belongs to me, I used to just teach Lang Kuo's daughter the piano." ”

"So you work part-time to save money to buy a house?" Jiang Muye raised his eyebrows: "Would you rather work so hard than ask me for money?" ”

"Not really." An Xiaoxiao will not admit that she is short of money: "I'm just bored, so find something to do, and it's easy to teach children the piano." ”

Jiang Muye looked at her fixedly: "Boring? ”

An Xiaoxiao nodded seriously: "Yes." ”

Looking at her with a pair of extraordinarily sincere eyes, Jiang Muye snorted lightly, he was somewhat acceptable to this explanation, as for the authenticity...... He had already instructed Lin Zheng to investigate, and he would soon find out.

"There are roses in the bathroom, soak your feet." After a moment of silence, he commanded.

"Huh?" An Xiaoxiao was stunned: "But, we haven't had dinner yet, right?" ”

"Who says you have to have dinner to soak your feet?" Jiang Muye wouldn't admit it, just to let An Xiaoxiao see the big bouquet of roses in the bathroom.

The sun was setting outside the window, and the golden afterglow was sprinkled in the room, spreading on the ends of Jiang Muye's black hair, blending with a divine luster.

His sharp facial features were softened, and the shallow smile on the corners of his lips was magnified, so he looked at An Xiaoxiao's face and blushed first.

Looking down at his knuckled feet, An Xiaoxiao suddenly asked, "Have you and Miss Feng also soaked their feet like this?" ”

The cozy and ambiguous atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and Jiang Muye looked at her with a cold expression: "Yes." ”

Wen Yan'an pouted and lifted her feet up, and quickly dried them with a towel.

Jiang Muye snorted coldly: "Are you satisfied with such an answer?" ”

An Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and didn't speak, she was just looking for abuse, what did she do with her?

She got up and was about to leave, but her unexpected arm was grabbed by Jiang Muye, and the next moment she fell on his lap again, and his cold eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

"An Xiaoxiao, why do you have to force me to lie?

(.=)

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