Chapter 395 Miss Republic of China, She is Charming 19
Chapter 395 Miss Republic of China, she is charming and charming (19)
Bai Wu's eyelashes trembled slightly.
After Mu Beichen saw a hint of fear in her eyes as he wished, he raised the corners of his lips and said, "Then that person's head exploded, but I'm still alive and well until now."
He raised his fingertips and rubbed them gently on the girl's jade-like cheeks. The soft touch made his throat tighten, and the faint jasmine fragrance on the girl's neck made him want to stop. He was so impatient that he almost went crazy.
"So Ah Wu, don't try to escape from me, it's useless."
Their fates had already become a bond in their previous lives.
Bai Wu gritted her teeth, leaned against the pillar and tilted her head, trying to distance herself from him: "So the governor wants to force others to do something difficult?"
"No, I said, I will give you time to think about it carefully." Mu Beichen's eyes gradually turned playful, "Consider carefully whether to accept my overtures or turn the entire Bai family against me."
He had no intention of exposing his true identity to threaten her.
But she challenged his bottom line again and again.
He couldn't tolerate that the person who was supposed to be his wife now had someone else in his eyes.
Finally, he took Bai Wu's hand and pressed a domineering kiss on the back of her bright white hand.
This was the last concession he could make.
If he hadn't looked at her trembling body like a frightened deer and her eyes like almond blossoms struck by rain, he might have eaten her to pieces.
Mu Beichen came in a grand manner and left with others in a mighty manner.
Bai Wu suppressed her cunning, pretended to wipe away the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, and then returned to the living room.
Seeing her reddish eyes, Mrs. Bai thought she had been bullied by Mu Beichen, and she suddenly became angry and annoyed: "This Governor Mu is so shameless. Even if he likes you, how can he treat a girl like this!"
Bai Wu patted Mrs. Bai's hand comfortingly: "Mommy, I'm fine. He didn't do anything to me."
Madam Bai felt relieved, but then she thought of Mu Beichen's words and deeds just now, and she couldn't help but worry: "Ah Wu, don't worry too much. If you really don't want this marriage, Mommy
My father and I will definitely find a way to break off the engagement for you."
Bai Wu sighed and frowned: "The other party is Mu Beichen, how can it be that easy... Mommy, why not do this, I will move out for a while to avoid the limelight."
Madam Bai and Bai Jingming looked at each other, and the worry on their faces was obvious: "How can this be done? It's so inconvenient for you to come from a girl's family..."
"Mommy." Bai Wu interrupted Mrs. Bai softly. "Firstly, I don't want him to disturb you. Secondly, my newspaper office has been on the right track recently. Many things need to be handled by me personally. I am closer and can also
More convenient."
Even though Mrs. Bai was reluctant to give up, seeing her daughter's firm attitude, she agreed.
The moving matter was quickly finalized, and Mrs. Bai couldn't help but burst into tears again when she saw the increasingly empty room.
Although Bai Jingming didn't want to leave, he still pretended to look normal and comforted his wife: "Okay, Ah Wu didn't go abroad, she just moved to Changping Street. I drove there in half an hour. If you miss her,
I will take you there at any time."
Bai Wu smiled and hugged Mrs. Bai: "Dad is right, I am already an adult. If I stay at home all day long, I will be laughed to death."
Mrs. Bai sighed helplessly: "Every lady in the house never leaves the house and never steps forward. She wishes she could stay at home all her life. It's better for you to think about running away all day long."
Bai Wu stuck out her tongue, lifted up her skirt and stepped into the back seat of the car.
Madam Bai waved to her, then took a small box handed by the servant and placed it in her arms.
"Governor Mu sent this over a few days ago. Mommy hasn't opened it yet. You can decide whether to leave it or keep it."
The car door closed and Bai Wu narrowed her eyes slightly.
Mu Beichen gave it to her?
Then she wanted to see what it was.
The red sandalwood box contained nothing else but a cheongsam.
Bai Wu recognized the material of the brocade at a glance.
However, this piece seems to be more exquisite than the one Ji Ganchuan gave her. The light pink fabric is also mixed with gold threads. At a glance, it is a piece of splendor, like clouds on the horizon, dazzling.
There are also large red flowers embroidered with Su embroidery on it, and the stitches are dense and concentrated. At first glance, it looks like a masterpiece handmade by a top embroiderer.
Bai Wu recognized this flower.
It's a poppy.
The original owner's favorite flower.
She still remembered that the original owner once finally asked Mu Beichen to go shopping with her, and she spotted a cheongsam similar to this one at a glance in a clothing store.
But when she introduced it to Mu Beichen enthusiastically, he just glanced at it indifferently and said, "The color is too bright, not suitable for you."
Then he followed the hurried subordinates away, leaving the original owner alone on the busy street.
The original owner's heart died due to this repeated indifference and abandonment.
Since my heart is dead.
Why should she bring it to life?
A hint of sneer gradually appeared in Bai Wu's eyes.
Otherwise, let’s just say that men are all dogs.
Things that were considered trivial in the previous life are now regarded as treasures.
The thing the original owner wanted was delivered to her without hesitation until she died.
Bai Wu's long armor scratched the smooth material and smiled sweetly:
"Poppies, if I remember correctly, are the flowers that represent life, separation and death."
In my previous life, we said goodbye.
Why don't I give you a divorce today?
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Mucheng returned home as usual.
But today's Changping Mansion is not as quiet as usual.
He lived here after moving out from Mu Mansion a few years ago.
Not only is it close to the police station, but more importantly, there are not many residents in the mansion, so it can stay quiet almost all day long.
He works the night shift most of the time, and it is common for him to come home at three or four in the morning.
Therefore you need enough sleep during the day.
Changping Mansion is the best choice for him.
But today after he got off work on time, he bumped into several big men carrying cardboard boxes up and down.
The destination is the 403 opposite him.
Mucheng is a little sensitive to this number.
When he was performing tasks on the ship before, he didn't know how many times he knocked on the door of guest room 403, and how many times the door opened to reveal the smiling face of that person.
Mucheng had a headache.
So good, why did he think of that woman again?
Mucheng took one last look at the cardboard boxes that filled the entire room in 403 opposite, and closed the door of his house expressionlessly.
Hopefully the new neighbor will be a quiet one.
But his prayer came to nothing the next day.
After get off work, Mucheng had just stepped up the steps to the fourth floor when he saw the cardboard box left at his door.
The carton was not packed well and the clothes inside were scattered all over the floor.
You don't need to think about it to know that it must have been left behind by the new people who moved in across the street.
Mucheng didn't plan to care at first, but now it was already one o'clock in the morning, so he continued to catch up on his sleep.
At this hour, there must be no one awake across the way.
But just when he took out the key and was about to open the door, he accidentally glanced at the box of clothes from the corner of his eye. His fingertips shook and the key fell to the ground with a "clack".
What was scattered on the ground was not other clothes, but several pieces of underwear.
The sparse fabric and hot color made Mucheng blush instantly.
He had already envisioned the consequences of sitting idly by.
That is, being poked in the spine by the aunts and uncles upstairs and downstairs who pass by tomorrow morning and yelled at perverts.
With no other choice, Mucheng squatted down with half-closed eyes, picked up the few thin pieces of fabric with his fingertips, and quickly stuffed them into the carton.
Then, he knocked on the door opposite with a stern face.
But suddenly realizing that it was early in the morning, he stopped again and placed the carton on the ground with a look of displeasure.
