Don't make trouble!The villain can't be this cute

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Song An'an narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Mu with a smug expression: "Is it because the car is too small for you to use it? Do you need to drag it out to fight?"

The corners of Jiang Mu's eyes twitched in anger, and he quickly turned his face away, put one hand on the steering wheel, tapped on it rhythmically with his slender fingers, and took several deep breaths along the way, finally swallowed his anger back, almost choked out internal injury.

"Da da da da da, da da..." Because there was no response, Song An'an hummed a song with insufficiency and no lyrics.At first listen, you can't tell which song is sung, but you can't tell when you listen carefully than at first listen.

She put on a light makeup today, which is just right in the enchanting way, revealing the innocence, delicacy and aura of a school girl, very attractive.

Jiang Mu obviously also found out about this, but the premise is that this woman has just come back from a date with someone else in a stunning body that she has never seen before.So in theory, this kind of beauty can't make people happy physically and mentally. In fact, someone secretly stared at Song Anan in the rearview mirror with his light brown eyes, which were as cold as blades. The scenery was infinitely beautiful.

"Don't take this as an example." Jiang Mu looked at the hazy night outside the front window and compromised in a low voice: "No matter what reason you have conflicts with me in the future, you are not allowed to involve a third person, otherwise I will make that person disappear completely."

"There won't be a third person." Song An'an raised her face and pointed at Jiang Muxiong with her chin and said, "It's over for us!"

Jiang Mu's face suddenly sank, and he quickly returned to normal, with a sneer sneer: "Just because of the person downstairs in your house?"

Song Anan squinted at Jiang Mu with the heart of pissing off his original partner: "Yes! It's him! I just like this kind of gentle boy! It's better than human scum and beasts!"

Jiang Mu leaned sideways to the center of the car, bowed his head to Song An'an's face with a smirk and teased, "Small, white, face?"

Song Anan took a breath and gritted her teeth: "It's better than you anyway! Even your mother doesn't like you!"

The shot was shot, and Jiang Mu suddenly became lonely, with an innocent look on his face, and the power ran out in an instant.No one dared to argue with Jiang Mengyao against her, which brought out the question that no one could understand since the beginning of the universe.

Jiang Mu pressed the car window and turned sideways, reached out to grab Song Anan's waist, threw it on his lap, pressed it against her ear and frowned and asked, "Why are you not afraid of me? Huh?"

Ah!What a novelty, Song An'an has basically only been afraid of cockroaches and mice with a combat power of 5 in his life, and he has never been able to detect the details of objects whose combat power exceeds the standard.

After half a month later, she fell into the embrace of this fragrant body again, and she didn't have the original sense of belonging at all. Looking at Jiang Mu's blurred eyes with the level of seduction/rape, she was still unmoved, as if developed some kind of antibody against it.

Song An'an tried to open the car door, but remembered that when the door of this car was opened, it flew upwards on both sides. It was shaped like bat wings, and the opening method was probably different.

Song Anan didn't want to look too stupid and had never seen the world, so she turned her head and studied the parts on the car door carefully.

It was just such a fleeting glance that made her lose the best time to escape, and her body was instantly imprisoned in the arms of the scum, as if the force wanted to press her into the flesh and blood.

"Let go!"

Song An'an's head shook, his long hair was messed up, and it slid across Jiang Mu's face and neck like seaweed, itching.

Song An'an was wrapped tightly in his arms, and accompanied by the tsk-tsk sound of the kiss, he was gradually sucked from the cheeks, neck, and chest until there were red spots everywhere, and the softness of the chest was also under the soft hand Kneaded into "various shapes".

"Yeah!" A feeling of panic made Song An'an different from before, and he slapped and thumped like chicken blood: "Let me go! Let go!"

After taking off her coat and jacket, Song Anan wore a one-piece dress, which was very close-fitting.Jiang Mu didn't notice that there was a zipper under the right armpit that needed to be unzipped, and tried to take it off slowly from top to bottom, but without success, he was reaching into the bottom of the skirt with one hand, tossing from bottom to top.

"I told you to let go and hear it!" Song Anan frowned and struggled to sweat, her hair was wet and sticky to her face, and she squeezed her fist and beat Jiang Mu's right shoulder desperately.

It's a pity that Song An'an's small body, preferring to die than obey, and the difference in combat power shown by half-pushing and half-pushing in the past are not easy to distinguish. The scum who is only thinking about not tearing his clothes and acting softly, did not stop "exploring" because of this angry little fist love" journey.

"This dress is too tight." Jiang Mu, who was working hard, gave a solemn expression, then raised his tireless head and looked helplessly at Song An'an, his light brown eyes were stained with a kind of deep anxiety. The desire is like an aphrodisiac with XXXL concentration, which makes people sink at a glance.

This should be put in the past, the scorching heat oozing from Jiang Mu's hot chest can make Song Anan clear his IQ in a second, and obediently limp and tell the position of the zipper on the "master".

But now this feeling makes her more breathless, the closer she gets to Jiang Mu, the words "Ms. Li" said in her mind are buzzing like a curse, those definitions of love... "She is not Really loves me...is lying to me...she is using me...beating me, forcing me..."

Song An'an murmured vague words, and collapsed into Jiang Mu's arms as soon as his eyes turned.

"An'an?"

"Let go of me..." An An whispered in her arms with her eyes closed, as if crying.

Jiang Mu was a little puzzled, and lifted her shoulders, and Song An'an hung his head like a puppet out of danger, still crying from the tip of his nose.

"An'an?" Is it a sequela of a concussion?Jiang Mu hurriedly reached out to hold Song An'an's face, and actually touched tears.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Mu pulled out his arm under the skirt in panic and took Song Anan into his arms.

"I want to go home...I don't want to see you..." The feeling of a splitting headache made Song An'an feel more confused.

Song An'an didn't see Jiang Mu's expression at that time, and couldn't remember what happened afterwards, until he woke up the next day, it was almost noon.

Opening his eyes, Song Anan looked around vigilantly—it was his bedroom.

It was sent back?Song An'an relaxed, stretched and got out of bed to wash.

As soon as she got out of the room, Mother Song ran out from the kitchen and asked her what happened last night, and who was the foreigner who brought her back.

Although Jiang Mu has a deep outline, the domestic details of his facial features are still very clear. It's just that Mama Song has never seen a few live mixed-race children. As long as they don't look Asian, they are all foreigners.

While brushing his teeth, Song Anan mumbled in an angry manner: "That's not a foreigner!" After a pause, he added: "That's an alien!" After thinking about it, he still couldn't help but say, "That's an alien beast!"

Mother Song wiped her hands on the apron, went to the cabinet and took two packages, saying that she hadn't opened the gift yesterday, it was too expensive, and she couldn't bear it, so she asked Song Anan to return the things to Jiang Mu.

Yesterday Song's father asked Song's mother to rush downstairs, because Jiang Mu's sports car was parked downstairs in this ordinary community, and from time to time there would be a few exclamations from downstairs that had never seen the world.Both husband and wife knew that the person was still downstairs, but they couldn't "return the goods" by themselves, so they had to wait for Song An'an to come back before dragging her back to Jiang Mu.

"There's no need to pay it back." Song An'an swallowed his saliva and spit it out a few times, "I don't care about it."

"I think so too!" Song's mother nodded her head and said, "People who make a fuss will look down on us, and it's your father who insists on returning that old antique.

Song Anan was taken aback at this moment, and ran to the window to look downstairs without wiping her mouth: "Is she gone?"

"Let's go, I left last night, that car woo-woo! It just left with a sound. This kind of car just looks good, but the sound is very noisy, and the speed is too fast and unsafe. It's not as affordable as our public." Mama Song cooperated with the gestures, and the roar of the sports car was so vivid.

Song Anan glanced at her and squinted at her: "Yes, yes, it is not useful, but the bicycle is the quietest and safest, and it is also environmentally friendly and energy-saving."

Not long after washing, Song An'an received a call from Jaeger.

"What's going on, Aunt Song An'an?" Jaeger's voice was urgent, and it seemed that the things he encountered were a little tricky.

"What's going on?" Song Anan asked calmly.

Jaeger: "What did you and Jiang Mu do yesterday?"

Song Anan: "Nothing, what's wrong?"

Jaeger: "What's wrong?! How many people are you trying to kill, Song An'an? The superhuman who followed and protected you was almost beaten to death because of negligence, you know? Even I was implicated! If you were expelled from the group, why should you look after you for her, living ancestor!"

Song Anan frowned: "Calm down and speak slowly."

Jaeger took a deep breath: "Come out and say it."

Song An'an: "I won't go, I said I don't want to see her."

Jaeger: "Don't dream, grandma, you made her so angry, can she still wait for your interview? Haven't you seen that Mr. Jiang is so embarrassing? I went back last night, oh, God bless her. Kill people."

Song Anan breathed a sigh of relief: "Just leave."

Jaeger: "Come out and tell me clearly? Can I let my colleague Jiuquan know how I died? Who is the little boy wearing glasses? Gu Yao and I go to your house every day and we don't see anything. Third who?"

Song An'an rolled his eyes: "Of course you can't see it. Even I only saw it twice, and I was caught by your adults every time. I think you should stop sending people to follow me. With her The acuity is guaranteed to be accurate. Well, then come out and tell me when you will arrive."

Jaeger: "You go out in 10 minutes."

On the way Song Anan went out, there were waves of familiar and unfamiliar eyes in the community, and the gossiping little girl came up shyly to talk: "Sister, did the commander go to your house to look for you yesterday?"

Song An'an didn't intend to clarify such a face-saving matter, and politely nodded at the little girl, smiled, and left.The author has something to say: It seems that the article should be updated yesterday, the rhythm is messed up, so I am not used to it (ノへ￣,)