Chapter 374

Once again Is this the third time?

Looking at Jiang muxiao's back, Lin An'an's heart has gradually become numb. The corner of his lips rises slightly, and there is a trace of hatred in his eyes.

She looks up. Is this a coincidence?

It's like it was arranged.

Every time she and Jiang muxiao get better, Ruan Qingyun is bound to have an accident, as if it was destined by heaven.

One side, the waiter hurriedly picked up the rose, repeatedly apologized: "sorry, sorry."

Lin An'an shakes his head gently. The bright red rose is now haggard and withered. The original flower is the same as the broken heart. No matter how fierce the repairman is, there is no way to recover to no trace.

Not to mention being seriously injured again.

She didn't know how she got into the car and how she got back home. Her light body seemed to have lost its center of gravity and wanted to follow the wind at any time.

……

When Jiang muxiao arrived at Jingzhu garden, there were many reporters outside. He turned the car around and turned to the back door.

The door is so hidden that few people know about it.

The security guard recognized Jiang muxiao and quickly said with compliments, "Mr. Jiang, there are reporters inside. Do you want to go in?"

"There are reporters in it, too?" Jiang muxiao angrily scolded: "how do you manage it?"

The security guard was so frightened that he couldn't explain why: "I I don't know! "

Jiang muxiao's cold eyes flashed and stepped on the accelerator.

Before the car stopped, the reporter from Wuyang downstairs immediately gathered around and asked, "President Jiang, Ruan Qingyun lives upstairs. Are you planning to hide your beauty in a golden house?"

"President Jiang, President Jiang, do you have anything else to say about Ruan Qingyun being your mistress?"

"President Jiang, President Jiang, are you back in love this time? Will you divorce Lin An'an? "

“……”

The reporter's question is like an endless bottomless hole, and Jiang muxiao, with a cold face, with the help of the security, struggled to get out of the encirclement and reached the third floor.

The noise downstairs did not dissipate, like boiling water over and over again.

Yang Hong came over and looked at Jiang muxiao, who was very pale. He didn't dare to say anything more.

"What's the situation?" The anger between his brows seemed to jump out at once.

Yang Hong replied in a hurry: "the reporter didn't know where to get the information about Miss Ruan's residence, and suddenly appeared..."

As he spoke, he pushed the door. Before the work report was finished, a loud scream came from the room: "don't touch me! Don't touch me. I'm not a junior! I'm not a junior! "

With a tight throat, Yang Hong glanced at Jiang muxiao in panic.

Jiang muxiao's face changed greatly. She quickly walked to the bedroom. A little girl raised her hand and looked back helplessly. Seeing Jiang muxiao, she turned around and bowed her head respectfully: "president!"

Jiang Mu Xiao's eyes suddenly locked on Ruan Qingyun, who was shivering with fear in the corner of the wall. Her hair was loose and covered her delicate face. Her hands hugged her knees, and her drooping eyes were full of panic.

Jiang muxiao's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

Ruan Qingyun is a girl who cherishes her image very much. She has to make up carefully when she goes downstairs to buy a dish. But today, she has no image to speak of, just like an injured stray cat, shivering in the cold winter.

"What's the matter?" he asked with a cold face

Yang Hong quickly flashed in and explained, "I had a tear with the reporter, and miss Ruan was frightened."

Jiang muxiao stares at scarlet eyes, clenches his fist and roars: "check! Check it now

The solid body of the room also shook, and the frightened Ruan Qingyun's body also shook uncontrollably.

Jiang muxiao took a deep breath, walked up to Ruan Qingyun, squatted down and said softly, "Qingyun, it's me, muxiao."

The short six words seem to have accumulated magic power. Ruan Qingyun, who has been resisting other people's touch, slowly raises her head. Her black hair and tears are all over her cheeks. Her pathetic eyes are full of confusion and helplessness. After confirming that it is Jiang muxiao, she suddenly hugs Jiang muxiao's neck and cries.

"Mu Xiao I'm not a Junior I'm not I'm not... "

Warm tears moistened his neck and made his hands grip more tightly.

He has few friends in his life. As long as Jin Xiaoxiao, Zhao Yang and Ruan Qingyun break up, someone who dares to hurt Ruan Qingyun is against him. He will not let each other go.

However, where he could not see, Ruan Qingyun's muddy eyes gradually brightened, his pretty face was ruddy, and the corners of his mouth quietly bent up.

Lu Yingying's plan is really better than hers. At least, after this incident, the marriage between Jiang muxiao and Lin An'an is coming to an end.

She gave out sobs and finally pretended to be tired of crying. She held Jiang muxiao's neck and held on to it. She was already happy.

Jiang muxiao puts Ruan Qingyun on the bed and looks at her face with no clean tears, false eyelashes slanted out of her eyelids, and a small cherry mouth flattened wronglyThat attractive small appearance, let him suddenly think of Lin An'an, damn, he even once again left Lin An'an.

He turned to go, his hand suddenly caught.

Pretending to be in a dream, Ruan Qingyun whispered: "don't go, don't leave Mu Xiao, I'm not I'm not... "

Her head swayed wildly, pitifully, her eyes closed, as if in agony.

Unable to bear it, Jiang muxiao squatted down and said in a low voice, "Qingyun, I won't go, I won't go..."

It seems that after hearing Jiang muxiao's words, Ruan Qingyun's eyes and eyebrows in her sleep have been stretched out. She pulls Jiang muxiao's hand and puts it under her head contentedly.

Jiang Mu Xiao's brow is more tight, Lin An'an is still in the restaurant, don't know how the situation is, he is anxious, but can't get away.

Ruan Qingyun, who is sleeping on her side, opens her eyes slightly. Her long hair blocks her cheek. She smiles and looks at Jiang muxiao's slender hand. Her heart leaps with joy.

Hum, Lin'an, wait till you die!