Without giving Jiang Weiwei any color, she really thought that Xiang Yutian could leave as soon as Xiang Yutian said he wanted to leave.
joke!
Xiang Yutian turned the ring on his hand, his eyes more sinister and terrifying than the fox head on the ring, "Arrange some strong men for her."
"Yes." Qianqian nodded quickly and looked sympathetically at Mu Yao, who was so frightened that his face turned pale.
"don't want--"
Mu Yao immediately rushed forward, grabbed Xiang Yutian's hand and knelt down, completely naked, and said in horror, "Young Master Xiang, you can't do this to me, it's not like I let you go."
, you can’t do this to me..."
"..."
Xiang Yutian looked at Qianyi with gloomy eyes and let her hold his hand.
"Please, Mr. Xiang, please let me go... I am different from the only one. I promise that I will stay by your side... I will treat you wholeheartedly, and will never be like her who is erratic... I beg you
, I beg you..."
Mu Yao was so frightened that she burst into tears.
It will never be like her who is always in a hurry...
Upon hearing these words, Xiang Yutian's face suddenly felt cold, like the coldest temperature when breaking ice.
"Bang!"
Xiang Yutian kicked her mercilessly.
Mu Yao was kicked in the chest and almost fell into the fire. Her plump breasts suddenly deformed...
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In Haikou, grandma went out to wash clothes by the lake.
Only then did Jiang Wei dare to walk out of her small room. She didn't dare to let her grandma see her. Grandma would definitely be angry again.
As soon as he walked into the small living room, Jiang Weiwei saw Ancheng sitting on a wicker chair, sitting elegantly and peacefully, with his legs crossed and a thick Braille book on his knees.
His hand was touching the uneven lines on the book and he was reading.
He was still wearing yesterday's suit, with no wrinkles at all. He was still straight and handsome, and his body exuded a faint aroma of herbs.
"There are noodles in the small kitchen, go and eat them."
Hearing her footsteps, Ancheng spoke gently, his voice as gentle as the wind.
Jiang Weiwei walked to the small kitchen and saw a bowl of noodles on the stove.
How could grandma cook extra noodles...
Thinking about it with his hair, Jiang Weiwei knew that Ancheng saved it for her by not eating it himself.
Jiang Weiwei picked up the noodles and walked into the small living room while eating.
How come the noodles cooked by my grandma have become unpalatable after I haven’t eaten them for many years...
If it were Xiang Yutian, even if it was just a bowl of noodles, it would be cooked at just the right time. If it was not the best heat, it would not be served to her...
"..."
Jiang Weiwei was startled by his own thoughts.
When did she have to think of Xiang Yutian even when she was eating noodles?
Jiang Weiyi bit her lips to prevent herself from thinking wildly, and walked towards the small living room with a straight face.
Ancheng tilted his head, as if he felt her coming, and quickly touched the remote control to turn off the small TV...
"What are you looking at?"
Jiang Weiwei was confused, put his face aside, and grabbed the remote control from An Cheng's hand.
Anjo, hold on tight.
Jiang only exerted his strength.
An Cheng refused, "It's okay, I don't want to listen to the noise of those TV commercials."
"There was no noise last night. Didn't you stay up all night?" Jiang Weiwei said, looking at the two obvious dark circles on his handsome face.