Jiang Fuxuan's voice was cold and firm.

Interrupting his words directly, great anger ignited in his heart, he turned his eyes sideways, staring at the clock next to him, as if the character in Ji Fengting's mouth was his peerless enemy, this enemy of life and death.

You must know that the person in Ji Fengting's mouth is Jiang Fuxuan's biological mother.

"Well, whatever you say, aunt, I've already brought it."

Ji Fengting also did not have a tough tone or other actions, but simply responded to Jiang Fuxuan.

He continued:

"The discharge procedures have been completed, so I'll go first."

Ji Fengting left with these words, and a white figure disappeared around the corner of the door.

……

"Change your clothes and I'll send you home."

Jiang Fuxuan's tone rose several degrees, and the cold aura of the room melted and disappeared in an instant.

Ling Xiaoyuan casually took a set of red skirts, not for anything else, he was discharged from the hospital today, thinking about wearing something festive and going to get lucky.

Although Ling Xiaoyuan didn't wear makeup, he couldn't stand the protagonist's aura without makeup.

These days, the health is better, and the face is shiny, as moist as grapes.

Push open the door and leak a head, just like 360-degree monitoring without dead ends, locking Jiang Fuxuan's position.

When Ling Xiaoyuan was still complacent, Jiang Fuxuan had already noticed Ling Xiaoyuan's every move.

Jiang Fuxuan's eyes were staring at the sneaky Ling Xiaoyuan in the mirror, since Ling Xiaoyuan had a car accident, it was like a different person.

……

No matter what he did, he didn't look like the original Ling Xiaoyuan.

It doesn't seem to be pretentious in the past, it doesn't seem to be unreasonable in the past, and even a little deliberately alienated from himself, which is very unsatisfactory to Xiaoyuan.

Ling Xiaoyuan walked awkwardly in front of Jiang Fuxuan, especially embarrassed, like an old mother taking her daughter out to buy clothes and constantly changing clothes.

"Why are you wearing red, do you want to eat people? It's ugly. ”

From Jiang Fuxuan's heart, Ling Xiaoyuan really felt that he was receiving an N-point critical attack.

Ling Xiaoyuan felt the thunder in the sky and the thunder thundered, and he was trying to be festive?

"Phew, it's your, stinky man, what is the freedom of the old lady to wear, even if I don't wear anything, I won't do your."

Ling Xiaoyuan had already rolled his eyes to the sky in his heart and cursed Jiang Fuxuan a hundred times.

……

She knew about those deceptions, and her feelings for him could only be alienated a little bit. Jiang Fu announced that he was innocent, and it was the old lady's ATM.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiaoyuan deliberately turned around in front of Jiang Fuxuan, looking at Jiang Fuxuan expectantly.

Not for anything else, just to disgust him.

"Xuanxuan-chan, is my sauce purple good-looking?"

Ling Xiaoyuan's eyes focused on Jiang Fuxuan's face, the cold iceberg misanthropic face.

She saw two words: "speechless"

Just when Ling Xiaoyuan thought that the prank had succeeded, Jiang Fu Xuan's white fingers crossed Ling Xiaoyuan's forehead and pinned his hair behind his ears.

looked at Ling Xiaoyuan's face quietly, and said two words indifferently, "good-looking"

also cried ghosts and gods in shock, and pulled out a smile from the corner of his mouth.

From Jiang Fu Xuan's lethal nirvana, such a noble face, coupled with this gentle gesture, is simply sweet and deadly.

Jiang Fuxuan was gentle, and it was also a living aphrodisiac, or poison.

This appearance has never been done to Ling Xiaoyuan, and today is the first time.

Ling Xiaoyuan took half a step back, frowned slightly, and looked at Jiang Fuxuan cautiously.

"This man, is there something wrong with his brain, why is he so responsive."

It's really a feeling of stealing chickens and rice.

Ling Xiaoyuan's heart was full of disdain, and he still wanted to learn from Ji Fengting.

She only had three big words, and they threw them on Jiang Fuxuan's face.

"Get out of here!"

……

Jingcheng Huayuan

Ling Xiaoyuan sat in the car, his aimless gaze, sweeping the scenery outside the window.

This home may not be called home, to put it mildly, it is a place to support yourself.

She had lived there for almost three years, and it couldn't be more familiar.

Huayuan can be described as the most luxurious villa in the whole Jingcheng, covering an area of two football fields.

The courtyard is separated, the grass and trees are fragrant, the small bridge and flowing water, and everywhere you look, it is luxurious, like a huge castle.