Jiang Zhao raised his foot, pulled off his high heels and smashed them on Song Muchen's head.

Probably didn't expect Jiang Zhao to rebel against him, Song Muchen's expression was sluggish for a moment, but in the next second, his anger was overwhelming.

"How dare you do it with me?" The man's teeth chattered, "I used to underestimate you." ”

"Heh," Jiang Zhao was not afraid at all, "I think you only dare to do it with me, and you don't even dare to let out a fart in front of Wei Lan." ”

"Song Muchen, I really looked down on you before."

"You're looking for death!"

The man was completely enraged by her words, and slammed his fist in front of her.

Jiang Zhao was grabbed by the hair, struggled twice and couldn't get out, and he was about to be punched. She had an idea, and poked at Song Muchen's eyes with her high heels.

Song Muchen was startled, and subconsciously let go of his hand and dodged back, but Jiang Zhao did not stop there, but chased after him aggressively.

"I tolerate you because I like you, do you really mean that I don't have a temper at all? Song Muchen, you deceive people too much! ”

Jiang Zhao's voice was full of grievances, and her words were like coquettishness, but the shoes in her hands were thrown neatly without the slightest hesitation.

Song Muchen was forced to retreat by her, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed her wrist: "Enough, I'm really not welcome if you mess around again!" ”

"Okay, then you can come!" Jiang Zhao was restrained by him, not only did he not struggle, but he stepped forward, "Come on, come on, strangle me like that day, strangle me, and you will be able to fly with your Sister Wei Lan." ”

Song Muchen was finally annoyed by her nonsense, and threw her to the ground: "I'll say it again......"

"You can't mention your beloved Sister Wei Lan, right?" Jiang Zhao seemed to want to vent all the grievances he had accumulated over the past few months, "Yes, I really don't deserve to be compared with her, you deserve to be rejected and don't give up, and you have been careful to like it for so many years." ”

"Bad seeds!"

The consequence of a happy mouth is that the body needs to suffer something.

What happened later that night, Jiang Zhao still feels a little confused when he thinks back to it. They didn't know how they got together, they didn't know how they scuffled back to the bedroom, and they didn't know how they hit the bed.

Like two beasts, the two of them were entangled hard, constantly biting and dying to the end.

After dawn, the consequences of indulgence begin to manifest.

Jiang Zhao was paralyzed in the quilt, his whole body was sore, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

On the other hand, the man beside him, although his body was covered with blue and purple bite marks and fingerprints, he was still able to get up on time and work on the computer.

Jiang Zhao rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at this person again.

There was a buzzing vibration sound from the mobile phone on the bedside table, Jiang Zhao picked it up and looked at it, and then buckled it back again.

Song Muchen glanced at him lightly: "Why don't you pick it up?" ”

Jiang Zhao pulled up the quilt and left him with a stubborn back of his head.

The sound of keyboard tapping came from behind him again, and Jiang Zhao closed his eyes.

After a few moments, the tapping stopped.

"Whose call was it just now?"

Jiang Zhao frowned and pulled the quilt over his head.

"Jiang Zhao!"

Jiang Zhao lifted the quilt with a loud voice, and looked at Song Muchen with his upper body exposed: "What are you doing, do you want to fight again?" ”

Song Muchen was stunned for a moment, he didn't know why, such a Jiang Zhao would always catch him off guard.

But in an instant, he readjusted his expression: "I warn you, don't provoke Wei Lan in the future, otherwise I will never let you go." ”

Jiang Zhao clasped his hands around his chest, and his eyes roamed back and forth on Song Muchen's upper body recklessly: "Song Muchen, do you think you still have any deterrent power against me now?" ”

Song Muchen's face was slightly gloomy: "Do you think I will give you a chance to make you so presumptuous?" ”

"Heh," Jiang Zhao sneered, lifted the quilt and stepped out of bed, "Joke, do you think I should give you a chance to let you continue to hurt me?" ”

"Want to break up again?" Song Muchen didn't move, "You'd better think about it before you speak." ”

"I've thought it through." Jiang Zhao twisted his waist, "The mistress of the Song family, why should I give up such a good position to others." ”

"Song Muchen, we still have a long life."