Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

"Don't worry, people with mental illness shouldn't use common sense to explain."

"En." Chu Muhan uttered a single sound in a simple and appalled voice.

Song Qianxi was surprised, Mao got along so easily?

Song Qianxi dragged Chu Muhan into the room, and could vaguely hear the sound of the horn.

When she called the property management to complain, she saw Chu Muhan walk to the balcony, took out a cigarette and lit it, and the white smoke spit out from his sexy thin lips, lingering around her body, like a banished fairy who does not eat fireworks, handsome Extremely!

Song Qianxi couldn't help but be fascinated by the look of a man smoking for the first time.

She must keep this scene in mind and draw it into the comics.

No, no matter how good your memory is, you can’t remember all the details, so you have to take pictures.

As soon as Chu Muhan raised his head, he saw Song Qianxi secretly taking pictures of himself. She looked at the photo with satisfaction and sat back at the computer desk with great interest. He pursed his lips happily.

The sound of the trumpet coming from his ear broke the sweetness, he turned cold, and made a phone call while smoking...

Meanwhile, upstairs.

Song Mianmian held Ji Moyang's arm and stood by the window, looking at the man downstairs shouting all over the apartment with a loudspeaker, pretending to cover his face, "Who is this man? He has lost all face."

Ji Moyang narrowed his eyes and said decisively, "Chu Xiao."

"Huh?" Song Mianmian exclaimed, with a worried expression on her face, "Sister, it's true, if you provoke Chu Muhan, why provoke Chu Xiao? The celebrities in Ancheng know that the two brothers are at odds. Is she just afraid that the world will not be chaotic?"

Speaking of Song Qianxi, Ji Moyang remembered the scene where she rescued the waiter at the hot pot restaurant, and her conflict became more and more serious. She seemed not as miserable as she imagined, but right now, she was indeed promiscuous and not self-loving.

Ji Moyang said indifferently: "She doesn't respect and love herself, so it's useless for you to worry about it."

Song Mianmian wanted to defend Song Qianxi so that she could improve her image of being considerate, but before she could speak, her phone rang. It was a call from her assistant, "Xiao An's call, brother Mo Yang, I'm going to get busy down to work."

Ji Moyang nodded, Song Mianmian went back to the room, and picked up Xiao An's phone.

Xiao An said anxiously: "Sister Mianmian, the popularity of Song Qianxi's "My Wife Bidong" has overwhelmed us."

"Buy the recommendation seat." Song Mianmian said as a matter of course.

"I bought it... But, the popularity is still suppressed, and I spent hundreds of thousands of tickets, but Song Qianxi is like cheating this time, and I can't stand it at all." Xiaoan said timidly.

"Useless stuff! I spent money to hire so many high-achieving students who graduated from prestigious schools. Even Song Qianxi can't hold back a group of people. What do I want them to do?" Song Mianmian was annoyed. More than Song Qianxi!"

"Yes..." Xiaoan replied.

Outside the door, stood a tall figure.

Hearing Song Mianmian's completely different attitude and tone in the room, the man quietly turned and walked back to the room, put the milk for Song Mianmian on the table, and took out a beautiful sky blue velvet gift box from the drawer.

Inside the gift box, envelopes were neatly stacked.

Ji Moyang half-sat on the ground, opened one of the envelopes and looked at it seriously, with a faint smile on his indifferent face, his empty heart seemed to have found a place to belong.

It's strange, I can find a sense of belonging when I read the letter, but I don't have such a feeling when I'm with Song Mianmian.

Therefore, after all, it was no match for Bai Yuncanggou, and the once pure and kind girl had also changed.