Zhou Yinghuai left.

The room returned to peace and quiet, as if he had never been there.

Jiang Misheng picked up his slippers and threw them into the trash.

Her eyes were flushed and she was deeply puzzled, so she went to the coffee table and threw away his cigarette case.

In the corner of the table is a gift box, delicate and small, with two circles of ribbons around the outer box.

It's the kind of color that is very pink and rarely feminine.

Zhou Yinghuai's things, she never touches them.

This time she did.

Because Jiang Misheng was angry in her heart, she didn't feel angry, she picked it up and looked at it, and was about to throw it away, but there was a strong voice behind her: "Your upbringing is like this?" ”

"Jiang Ting taught you to touch other people's things indiscriminately since you were a child, and you still throw them away?"

In addition to the consternation, he was calm, surprisingly calm.

Jiang Misheng looked at Zhou Yinghuai who was standing at the door, and his eyes hooked.

She put down the box and glanced at it with disdain: "I'm not educated, I haven't been since I was a child, and if I am educated, I won't climb into your bed." ”

"You're pretty self-aware."

Zhou Yinghuai entered the door and saw that the shoes were thrown in the trash.

With no waves in his face, he took the box.

Slender fingers swiped over the table, and the men's wedding ring on the ring finger was dazzling.

Jiang Misheng endured his temper: "Yo, this is all going through the formalities immediately, and the ring is not willing to take it off, who is pretending to be in front of it?" ”

She knew she would go to Hangnan tomorrow.

Zhou Yinghuai is for people to see, and in the eyes of outsiders, he is a gentle and considerate old man.

The dark eyes were dull, but they were cold.

Jiang Misheng's hair tingled at the burning and focused gaze.

"Jiang Misheng, you have a lot of drama."

There are three points of coldness and three points of ridicule in the voice.

The corners of her lips froze slightly, and her eyes turned to look at his hand: "Is it a promise gift for Miss Zhuang?" ”

Zhou Yinghuai's face was cold: "Clean up your mess and ask me again." ”

Jiang Misheng gritted his teeth fiercely.

The cruel things she said, he kept using them to provoke her.

Slowly bending his knees down, Jiang Misheng picked up the slippers from the trash can and threw them in front of Zhou Yinghuai.

Expressionless: "It's my fault for throwing your things, I won't next time." ”

When she bent over, her neckline fell, and the scenery was revealed, and the two white lotus arms were white and reflective, as if they were playing soft light in the bright light.

There's a demagogic magic.

Jiang Misheng raised his eyes and collided with Zhou Yinghuai's straight eyes.

She followed his gaze and stared at her chest, "Is it pretty?" Do you want to ......?"

As he spoke, his hand reached down to his neckline.

"You're a real wave."

He scolded her, but Jiang Misheng didn't feel itchy.

He even smiled and flattered, and raised a finger: "This counts ......" 10 million.

She was pushed down on the sofa by a force, caught off guard, and there was no way to avoid it.

From the living room to the kitchen, Zhou Yinghuai had a rare show of mercy today, although there was anger on his face, he didn't treat her too much.

Jiang Misheng leaned on the carpet and looked back lazily at people: "Considering going to Hangnan tomorrow night, I really wronged you." ”

A very serious man on weekdays, he is lazy with a cigarette in his mouth at the moment.

She jumped up to him and snatched the cigarette from his mouth with her mouth.

Zhou Yinghuai was not annoyed or angry, and watched her movements.

The woman craned her neck slightly, and brought him closer, almost breathing, lips and teeth touching.

Jiang Misheng's skin is wonderful, delicate and smooth, and it is the kind of natural good.

Inch by inch tight and soft, pinched particularly comfortable.

She sat on the couch with her waist pressed down, her neck as slender as a goose's neck, and his marks on her collarbone remained.

"You're good at seducing men?"

Jiang Misheng is not very good at smoking, and he almost choked.

She handed it back, this time with her hand: "Normal!" But I'm willing to put in the effort to see who's sitting across from me. ”