I never thought that the twenty-one-year-old Mu Wanqing is still this guy.

Didn’t you just change your direction to sleep?!

I can't find a toilet in this way?!

Yang Mufan raised his hand and rubbed his temples hard.

I wanted to ignore her and let her suffocate to death.

But seeing her crying so miserably, he shouted at her angrily: "What are you doing when you stand there?! Keep up."

Mu Wanqing's long eyelashes and crystal clear tears were limping around.

Yang Mufan stood at the bathroom door, with his hands wrapped around his chest, and glared at her with an extremely ugly expression: "Get in."

Mu Wanqing was confused and turned dizzy and rushed into the bathroom, then closed the thick wooden door heavily.

He admired Fan, looked at her with such great disdain and dislike, snorted coldly, and then turned around and went back to bed.

When he thought the farce finally came to an end, he could sleep peacefully—

However--

Ten minutes later, the quilt was lifted up, and one side of the big bed suddenly sank...

My mind that admired Fan buzzed in an instant.

Mu Wanqing's thin body kept moving to the center of the big bed bit by bit, and finally, the big thorn lay in the center of the big bed, finding the most comfortable position, curling up like a shrimp, and then making a so comfortable groan that she was so comfortable that she fell asleep.

And when she admired Fan, she was stunned.

He stared at her for a long time, then he suddenly came to his senses. He was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He opened his throat and roared at her: "Mu Wanqing, what are you damn woman, what are you doing?! I don't want to live anymore, right?"

He actually climbed onto his bed without his consent?!

Sure enough, Pier was itchy again.

If you don't give her a little bit of excellence, you really think that he admires anyone who is a soft-hearted person.

However, in the following time, no matter how Yang Mengfan roared or threatened, Mu Wanqing didn't hear it at all, and there was no sign of waking up. She was still like a baby, curled up in the middle of the bed, breathing evenly, and slept with a quiet and peaceful face.

Yang Mufan was so angry that his internal organs exploded. No one could make him so crazy for a long time.

There was no way, so he simply hugged her rudely, intending to throw her back on the sofa.

However, as soon as she picked her up a little, Mu Wanqing showed signs of being disturbed. She was unhappy and opened her throat and let out a "ahhh" scream that was more shocking than killing a pig. She was so scared that Yang Mufan was so angry that he reached out to cover her mouth without hesitation.

Worried that Yang Mulin would wake up, Yang Mufan didn't dare to move her anymore. He just looked at her with a murderous look and said gritting his teeth: "Mu Wanqing, I will settle the score with you tomorrow. I won't let you live a life worse than death. I really don't Yang Fan."

After saying that, he took the pillow and went to the next room to sleep.

But then I thought: Why should he go to the guest room to sleep?!

The bed is his and the room is his. No matter what, it should be him who should get out of here.

So he lay on the bed with a big thorn, leaning his body on his side, staring at her hatefully with a particularly gloomy and terrifying look.

He swore: He must kick her down in the first second she woke up.

However, the consequence of staring at her without blinking is...

I don’t know if the moonlight is too beautiful, the atmosphere is too good, or some other reason, Yang Mufan stared at it, his fierce and cruel eyes couldn’t help but soften it a little bit.

The coldness faded away, and a strange glimmer flashed under the deep eyes.
Chapter completed!