The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

"It should be not young now. The disease must not have been born."

"I wonder if Yan Zhong did so many things to save his daughter."

"If this is the case, we have to find the woman as soon as possible. Otherwise, it may bring us some disaster."

Meng Ying's worry is not unreasonable.

This can be regarded as hiding a big BOSS.

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The next day, as soon as Meng Ying walked into the company lobby, she respectfully called her in front of him, "Mr. Meng, I have your flower."

Meng Ying saw the bouquet of roses and thought of Yan Xianglin.

She walked straight by, "Throw it away."

For several days, there will be a bouquet of roses at the front desk in the morning.

One week later, Meng Ying finally couldn't bear it.

She took the initiative to ask Yan Xianglin to come out.

They were sitting in the cafe, Yan Xianglin's eyes were gentle.

Meng Ying stared at him, "What do you mean?"

"I pursue you."

"..." Meng Ying wanted to break his neck.

Yan Xianglin said, "You don't need to care if I chase me."

Meng Ying smiled.

"I won't care if you chase anyone. But please, don't send me flowers again." Meng Ying has never seen such a person who is not soaked in oil and salt.

"I only like you." Yan Xianglin was very sincere, "I don't like others except you."

"..."

Meng Ying suddenly wondered, when she was so dependent on Mu Yuansheng, was Mu Yuansheng's mood the same as she is now?

The only difference is that Mu Yuansheng doesn't like her, and wants to be with her. Therefore, she had the opportunity to take advantage of it.

She really understood that not all stalkers, overbearing and arrogant can make another person feel good.

If you don't like a person, you won't like it at all.

If you don't even have a good feeling, where do you start to like it?

"Mr. Yan, I have a bad temper." Meng Ying said suddenly.

Yan Xianglin smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I have a good temper and can tolerate everything about you."

Meng Ying instantly had a feeling of playing the piano with cows.

Her anger value is about to explode.

I don't know why, now the tolerance for Yan Xianglin has reached a negative value.

"I mean, if you continue like this, I will hit people." Meng Ying's words and eyes showed disgust.

The smile on Yan Xianglin's face froze.

His brows frowned, "You hate me so?"

"Yes."

"Before, you were kind to me."

"I do to anyone."

"Then why are you so...not happy to me now?"

"Mr. Yan, I shouldn't mention her when your mother passed away, but you should be very clear that your parents and I used to fight for our lives. In addition to this, the most important thing is what you do and do. , Made me feel uncomfortable. In order for us to continue to live, please don't bother me again in the future."

Yan Xianglin's face was ugly. He clenched his hands and asked without giving up, "Is it really not a chance?"

Meng Ying stood up directly and proved to him with actions that there was no chance.

Suddenly, the waiter in the coffee shop screamed, "Ah, he cut his wrist."

Meng Ying twisted her eyebrows and turned her head and saw Yan Xianglin sitting there with a knife in her hand and cut into her left wrist.

The blood flowed out instantly.

Meng Ying saw such a thing for the first time.

This person is simply sick.

Meng Ying didn't care, turned and left the coffee shop.

The coffee shop is messed up.

Sitting in the car, Meng Ying asked Nan Sang to drive away.

Her heart is never soft.