The moment she saw the man in a black suit standing at the door of the bathroom, Mu Wanqing's nose became so sore that her tears couldn't stop rolling down...
She looked at Yang Mufan with tearful eyes, her lips trembling violently.
I wanted to speak, but my throat seemed to be stuck with something, and I couldn't make any sound.
Mu Wanqing remembered clearly why she called Yang Mufan the "little devil". When she learned that the "little sun" in Yang Mufan's mouth was referring to her, not Shen Mengxin, she was dancing happily in front of her princess. In the room, they danced ballet all night.
Finally feeling a little sleepy, she suddenly thought that she should give Yang Mufan a nice name, a nickname that was exclusive to her.
However, she thought about it for a long time, but could not think of a suitable one for Yang Mufan.
Until Yang Mufan cheated again and left her alone at the bus stop, but he ran away in the car, causing her to almost lose her on the bus. At that moment, an idea flashed in her mind, and the words "little devil" were so deep. Imprinted in the mind.
And Yang Mufan seemed to particularly hate her calling him "little devil". When she called him "little devil" for the third time in private, she clearly saw his handsome face, which collapsed and became gloomy. So from then on, she did not dare to Feel free to call him that again.
Over time, the little devil just took root and took root in her heart.
Mu Wanqing seriously felt that maybe Yang Mufan had forgotten that she once called him "little devil".
"Mu Wanqing, are you going to pull a hole out of my clothes?!!!!!"
The extremely unfriendly scolding brought Mu Wanqing back from her distant thoughts. The moment she came back to her senses, she saw Yang Mufan's handsome face magnified countless times, looking down at her.
Those sharp eyes like a falcon exude a bottomless mysterious light, which is extremely sharp.
Mu Wanqing bit her lip, looking a little aggrieved and resentful.
She was worried that he would leave, so she wanted to pull his clothes tighter, but she could see displeasure in his eyes, and she did not dare to disobey him.
So Mu Wanqing was struggling between tightening and loosening her grip.
Yang Mufan obviously didn't have the patience to argue with her, so he swung his sleeve back from her wet palm with a strong swing. Then, without thinking, he turned around and walked out of the room.
When Mu Wanqing saw this scene, she felt a little excited. She reflexively wanted to jump off the messy big bed and then catch up.
He had finally come here, and she hadn't fully enjoyed the joy of having him by her side, and hadn't had time to fully feel the beautiful feeling of heaven. How could she let herself fall into darkness so quickly?!
However, she was not allowed to make too many moves. Yang Mufan gave her a sharp look, and with a sharp sword-like "swish" sound, she flew towards her. Mu Wanqing was immediately shocked and froze on the bed, unable to move.
Yang Mufan called Mrs. De to deliver the medical kit. After he got it, he went upstairs again. In just ten minutes, when he came back upstairs again, Mu Wanqing was still kneeling on the big bed, but His expression was not as panicked and aggrieved as before, but like a dry well, pale and lifeless...
