I don’t know if he knows anything, but even if he really knows, he shouldn’t have this attitude towards himself, but should be... distressed or other emotions, right?
Anyway, it shouldn't be such a sinister look.
Chang Shang bit her lip, thinking this in her heart, she breathed a sigh of relief secretly, and her mood relaxed a little.
Then he pointed his finger at his chest and said arrogantly: "You are fighting with others for nothing. Are you too weak to do anything? Go and help entertain the guests."
Chang Mian looked at her calmly for a moment, and then sneered: "Shang Shang, do you have anything to say to me?"
"Um?"
"No?" He raised his hand, moved a few strands of her hair behind her ears in a friendly and natural manner, and looked into her eyes with deep meaning.
It wasn't until she shook her head that he frowned slightly: "Okay, go ahead and do your work. I'll entertain the guests and find you later."
He turned around and left gracefully.
When he turned around, Wudong Wubo's face had turned cold.
The tip of his tongue stretched out and swept along the lip line, sweeping away the remaining blood on his lips. The moment he retracted the tip of his tongue, he felt fierce in his heart and bit his teeth hard.
Damn it.
He walked on the front foot, and Chang Shang quickly walked on the back foot towards the place where Li Xiang disappeared. When she found Li Xiang, when she asked why, her whole body froze.
"You mean, Chang Mian already knows?"
Li Xiang put his hand on his shoulder and cursed in his heart. He felt that his shoulder was seriously strained. "It's okay not to want this kind of man. You are right not to remarry him. Otherwise, if you are in a bad mood and use domestic violence against you one day, you
It’s not enough for one of his fingers.”
"He knows, but he treats me strangely, neither cold nor indifferent. What do you mean?" Chang Chang patted her face depressedly: "I really don't understand him."
"Okay, I'll go to the hospital and lie down, and you can think about it yourself."
Li Xiang was upset, as if all the bones in his body had been torn apart.
When he walked away, Changshang came back to his senses and chased after him: "Cousin, don't leave. Please analyze it for me."
Li Xiang ignored him.
Chang Shang was depressed alone for a long time. It wasn't until someone urged her that the wedding was about to start, that she put aside the entanglement and depression in her heart and focused on her parents' wedding.
Until night, when she returned to Chang Mian's parents' high-end apartment in Beijing, she threw herself on the bed, screaming from exhaustion.
"Chang Mian, can you give Che'er and Zuo Zuo a bath? I'm too tired to move." She went to order Chang Mian shamelessly, while she lay on the bed comfortably, stuffing a pillow under her head.
Chang Mian glanced at her, said nothing, walked out of the bedroom, and returned to the room half an hour later. He walked to her and leaned down, pushed her twice and found that she was already asleep. Chang Mian sighed and took care of the two children.
After taking a bath, I carried her to the bathroom.
That night, he lay on the bed, resting his head on his hands, sitting half leaning against the bed and smoking.
The room was not quiet. A live international football match was being played on the TV. West Brom vs. Manchester United. The battle was fierce and the commentator was eloquent.
Perhaps the excited voice of the narrator gave her a clear dream. Chang Chang raised her eyelids in a daze. After seeing clearly who the person next to her was, her eyelids fell heavily again, and her limp body shrank towards him.
She shrank, put one leg on his foot, and seemed to be adjusting her sleeping position. Finally, she put her arms around his waist, rested her head on his thigh, and fell asleep motionless again in an intimate position.