Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Seeing that Song Qianxi and Chu Muhan had such a good relationship, Wang Mengxue showed a sincere smile.

Immediately, the smile gradually disappeared, as if recalling the bad past, his face gradually turned pale.

Song Qianxi held Chu Muhan's arm and said, "Let's go."

After walking a few steps, Wang Mengxue didn't keep up, and was stuck in place with an ugly face.

The two looked at each other suspiciously.

Song Qianxi stepped forward and said softly, "Sister Mengxue, what's wrong?"

Wang Mengxue regained consciousness as if she had just woken up from a dream, looked at her dully, shook her head, "It's okay."

Then, with his head down, he walked straight into the elevator.

With a "ding", the elevator stopped on the first floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, a woman's cheerful voice came, "Brother Mo Yang, can you buy a crib tomorrow?"

Hearing the name, Song Qianxi was taken aback.

Did I make a mistake, I met Ji Moyang again!

Today is the fourth time!

Song Mianmian held Ji Moyang's arm, carrying a lot of things in his hand, while Ji Moyang was pushing the crib, and the car was also full of baby products. The two of them couldn't help being dazed when they saw Song Qianxi and Chu Muhan in the elevator for a moment.

I haven't entered for a long time, and the elevator door is about to close.

Chu Muhan pressed the button to open the door, and said coldly, "Can you come in?"

The simple three words conveyed a strong sense of oppression invisible.

Ji Moyang pushed the baby carriage with one hand, and walked into the elevator holding Song Mianmian's hand with the other.

In the narrow space, the atmosphere is stiff.

Song Mianmian looked at Chu Muhan secretly, his facial features were profound, handsome, and his temperament was noble. I have to say, this man is really perfect, if there is no Ji Moyang, she would also be fascinated by him.

She rolled her eyes, picked up the little clothes she just bought and asked, "Sister, do you think the clothes I bought look good? I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, I bought blue and pink."

The clothes are small, cottony, and look very cute.

Rao Song Qianxi, who had a problem with Song Mianmian, couldn't help nodding when she saw the little clothes, "It looks good."

In my mind, I couldn't help but fantasize about wearing such beautiful little clothes for my child in the future.

Thinking of the child, he couldn't help looking at Chu Muhan.

Chu Muhan suddenly looked over, afraid of being seen through, he hastily lowered his head.

His face was still flushed red.

The small interaction fell into the eyes of several people, Wang Mengxue took it for granted, Ji Moyang looked serious, Song Mianmian disdain.

Chu Muhan was just looking for novelty and fun for a while, but Song Qianxi was really moved.

No wonder Song Qianxi was indifferent to how she showed off.

It turned out that she really had no feelings for Brother Mo Yang.

Hehe, her so-called ten-year relationship is nothing more than that.

Song Mianmian raised her eyebrows and said intentionally, "Sister, hurry up with Mr. Chu, I, the younger sister, are several steps ahead."

Song Qianxi frowned, followed her words and responded, "I will."

Hearing this, Song Mianmian snorted coldly, a self-righteous woman.

Under Xia Qing's leadership, she has been in the upper class all year round, and has met all kinds of men. Knowing a man of Chu Muhan's status, he can play and spend money, but his status is absolutely impossible.

Moreover, their fame is their reverse scale, and they will be angry once they are mentioned.

The corners of her lips curled into a tiny arc, waiting for a good show to happen.

However, it is counterproductive.

Not only was Chu Muhan not angry, he hugged Song Qianxi's shoulder dotingly, and whispered, "I'll work harder at night."

The tone is flirtatious but not frivolous.