"No." She replied calmly. She wanted to enter the bathroom, but the man didn't let her go.
She was a little annoyed.
Su Qingqing is back, what else does he want?
"Don't let me see you with him in the future."
"Why?"
"Just because I am your husband." The man's voice was cold, "Just because you are immoral."
Is she being inappropriate?!
Su Qianqian was about to explode!
Damn, it’s him who is indiscreet!
The media doesn't know that he changes women every three days, but as his wife, she knows it very well!
Who would have thought that, like a cold and noble young man, his private life would be so chaotic!
Su Qianqian sneered: "Noble people tend to forget things, and people with inappropriate private lives are standing right in front of me. At least I don't have a hobby of cars or vibrations."
This baby face, when not smiling sweetly, is actually a bit cold.
He never thought that she could be sharp-tongued sometimes.
Yi Ningxiu's glass-like eyes grew colder and colder. He stared into her eyes and suddenly chuckled: "Are you jealous?"
"..."
The man's eyes slowly revealed a hint of disdain. Su Qianqian watched the other man's lips opening and closing: "...Are you worthy?"
As his wife, she doesn't even have the right to be jealous.
This may be the funniest joke in the world.
But, that's the fact.
Not only does she not deserve to be jealous, she even wants to watch her husband having fun with other women.
It's really miserable.
Su Qian rolled her eyes at him, turned sideways, walked to the bathroom, and locked the door.
She didn't want to see him, not at all.
A young face was printed in the mirror.
Su Qianqian stretched out her hand, traced the face, and laughed softly: "Su Qianqian, you are so miserable."
When he was young, both his parents died and he was left to live under someone else’s roof.
When she grew up, her husband often cheated on her, and she was disliked in every possible way.
How miserable.
It's really appalling to see someone who is only twenty years old living such an unlucky life.
The face in the mirror slowly revealed a sweet smile, and that smile had an inexplicable hint of sinisterness.
Yi Ningxiu, if you don't make it easy for me, don't even think about living a better life than me.
She, Su Qianqian, has never been a submissive person. Otherwise, she would not have been able to live so smoothly in this big family.
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After she took a shower, when she went out, Yi Ningxiu had already covered herself with a quilt and fell asleep.
The warm yellow light fell on the man's exquisite face, inexplicably adding a layer of warmth to the cold face. The thin ice covering the man's face seemed to be melted by the light.
She seemed to remember the day she first met him when she was a child. Under the leadership of his mother, the young man went downstairs step by step. His appearance was stunning and his temperament was as cold as ice.
Astonishingly beautiful, astonishingly cold, in Su Qianqian's small world, she had never encountered such a young man.
Just one glance caused her heart to stir up a storm.
…
She shook her head, not thinking about what was or was not, and carefully climbed onto the bed, preparing to go around to the wall to sleep.
When turning over the man, Yi Ningxiu, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
Su Qianqian was so frightened that her arms softened and she fell on him.
They groaned to each other, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it!" She hurriedly tried to push herself up, but her feet slipped and she fell on the man again.