Someone suddenly pinched his chin, and Ruan Tianling's gloomy handsome face was pressed down.
"Are you in love with him?" he asked her.
She raised her eyes slightly and looked at him coldly.
"Jiang Yufei, let me tell you, even if I divorce you, you will never find another man! My woman can only be my woman for the rest of her life!"
Such an arrogant tone.
She couldn't help but asked him sarcastically: "Can my man be my man for the rest of his life?"
Do unto others, do not impose on others!
Ruan Tianling was startled for a moment, then raised a wicked smile.
He suddenly hugged her chest from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, smiled seductively and said, "Woman, don't you understand the situation? You are mine, but I am not yours."
Jiang Yufei twitched her lips slightly and laughed coldly.
Whose you are has nothing to do with me. For a devil like you, I don’t care that you are mine!
"Remember, nothing should happen to you and Xiao, otherwise I won't let you go!"
When the elevator door opened, he picked her up and strode out, then put her into his sports car and drove towards the place where she lived.
Back in the house she rented, Ruan Tianling threw her on the bed and threatened her again, "Remember what I said, don't challenge my patience!"
After saying that, he quickly left the place where she lived, and the door was closed by him.
Jiang Yufei was still wearing the new pajamas Xiao Lang bought for her, and she was holding her mobile phone tightly in her hand.
She was in a daze on the bed for a while, and then she remembered that she should call Xiao Lang and tell him not to worry about her.
Xiao Lang received her call and found out that she was at home and safe, which made him feel relieved. He asked her to have a good rest and then put away the phone.
He stood tall and straight in the large living room, looking out the window with dark and cold eyes, exuding a chilling air.
Ruan Tianling, Jiang Yufei can only be mine. No matter how capable and powerful you are, you can't stop me from marrying her!
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After a night of exhausted body and mind, Jiang Yufei heard the doorbell before she got up the next morning.
She put on a coat and walked to open the door. Xiao Lang was standing at the door, holding two plastic bags from the supermarket.
He took off his black coat and put it on his bent arms. The sleeves of his thermal shirt were rolled up, revealing his strong bronze arms.
Carrying two bags of fresh vegetables and meat he just bought in the supermarket, he walked into the house and said with a smile: "I'm going to give myself a day off today and make something delicious. You haven't tasted my craftsmanship yet, right?"
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Jiang Yufei closed the door and stepped forward to take the bag of ingredients from his hand. Her fingers accidentally touched the back of his hand and felt that his hand was so cold.
She grabbed two bags of ingredients and put them into the kitchen. She turned around and grabbed his hand, holding it in her hand. The cold touch was no different from frozen water.
"Wait for me." Letting go of his hand, she returned to the bedroom and took out the hot water bottle, poured out the cold water inside, poured the hot water from the thermos bottle into it, and then handed him the warm hot water bottle.
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"Warm it up." She said to him with a slight smile.
There was no heating in the house she rented, so she couldn't keep him warm in the cold, so she could only give him a hot water bottle, hoping to restore some warmth to his hands.
Xiao Lang looked at the red hot water bottle that she handed over, which could be said to be very rustic, with no trace of disgust in his eyes.