Mu Wanqing blinked her big watery eyes and stared at him warily. Not understanding his intention, she moved over like a snail.
However, when she saw two mud butts clearly printed on the expensive, clean black sofa, she was suddenly...dumbfounded.
Why are there mud marks on the sofa?! No wonder Yang Mufan was so angry and questioned her.~~~~(>_<)~~~~
If it were her, and her extremely expensive sofa was so dirty, she would also be angry.~~~~(>_<)~~~~
Not to mention: I am more and more admiring for the quality and improvement of life products.~~~~(>_<)~~~~
Mu Wanqing panicked and opened her mouth to explain, but then——
Without letting her speak, Yang Mufan had already taken the lead and roared with bared teeth: "Do you want to tell me again, who knows who sat on this ass mark?! This has nothing to do with you at all.
relation?!"
"How could I have said that?!" Faced with Yang Mufan's slander, Mu Wanqing expressed that she was extremely aggrieved. She obviously wanted to apologize, okay?!
Yang Mufan smiled coldly: "Since you were a child, when has it ever happened that you didn't say that?!"
From childhood to adulthood, when...
From small to large……
Since childhood...
Mu Wanqing was stunned when she heard Yang Mufan's sarcasm. She suddenly raised her head and looked at him. She seemed a little unbelievable: Yang Mufan actually remembered everything about her so clearly.
After receiving Mu Wanqing's surprised and astonished gaze, Yang Mufan seemed to be aware of what he just said, and his handsome eyebrows immediately twisted deeply.
"Why are you staring at me?! What are you going to do with this sofa?! Mu Wanqing, I only have two sets of sofas in the world." Yang Mufan changed the subject and said angrily.
Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment, and then she said at a loss, "I'll take care of it for you."
As she said that, she rolled up her sleeves and wiped them.
However, before she touched the sofa, she realized that her clothes were too dirty and would get dirtier the more she wiped them, so she filled the room with sofa cleaner.
However, I searched inside and outside several times and couldn't find it.
When she couldn't find it, she asked Yang Mufan.
But Yang Mufan didn't mean to offend her at all. He sat on the sofa diagonally across from him with a dark and livid handsome face, holding a hair dryer and blowing his hair.
Seeing him ignoring her, Mu Wanqing felt really aggrieved.
Originally, she wanted to go to the bathroom to get a towel.
However, the towels and bath towels in the bathroom were all neatly folded and brand new.
Mu Wanqing had no doubt at all: If she wiped the sofa with a clean towel, Yang Mufan would chop her to death on the spot, right?!
So, after thinking hard for a long time, she glanced at the used black towel that was still on the table by Yang Mufan.
Take the towel he used to wipe it with and then clean it. He shouldn't be too angry, right?!
Thinking this secretly, Mu Wanqing had already taken a small step over to get a towel.
I finally touched the towel with great difficulty, and was about to run away to wipe the sofa, but who knew...
"Mu Wanqing, are you going to hang around in front of me hundreds of times before you stop?! Don't you know: do you stink?! Hold me with your dirty body that exudes stench and pollute me.
I have to be as stinky as you, and you're not satisfied yet, aren't you willing to give in?! You still want to smoke me to death, don't you?!" Yang Mufan couldn't bear it anymore and roared angrily.
