Chapter 44

An Xiaoxiao decided to take evasive measures. She quickly went up the stairs to the second floor. The master bedroom door was open. She flashed by and quickly opened the second bedroom door.

In the room, all her personal belongings disappeared.

An Xiaoxiao

She dawdled out of the second bedroom and knocked on the door of the master bedroom. Kimono was sitting by the window reading the newspaper. She didn't respond to her.

An Xiaoxiao simply went in: "why do you... Move my things here..."

"What do you think?"

Listen to his cold tone, Ann small angry went to the cloakroom, her suitcase intact standing, but the wall is full of bags.

Can call the brand, can not call the brand, portable, shoulder back, large and small, a wide range of hanging a wall.

This

An Xiaoxiao can't laugh or cry. The idea that she planned to drag the suitcase back to the next bedroom was pressed down by her. She walked out of the cloakroom door.

"Bag... For me?" An Xiaoxiao asked in a slightly wry tone.

Jiang Mu Ye finally raised his head, pale as water: "do you think so?"

An Xiaoxiao chuckled: "it's expensive, isn't it?"

Jiang Mu Ye's eyes are light: "do you feel it?"

An Xiaoxiao

Although the tone is still high cold, but this deceptive attitude is quite sincere, there is no way, as an ordinary woman, really all inclusive.

She went to Jiang Muye and looked down at him: "now the person living in Qingshui is Lang Kuo. He bought qingshuiju."

"Why did you sell the house?" Jiang Muye said it was incomprehensible.

"I didn't sell it." An Xiaoxiao sighed: "in a word, qingshuiju no longer belongs to me. I used to teach Lang Kuo's daughter piano."

"So you work part-time to save money to buy a house?" "Would you rather work so hard than ask me for money?"

"Not either." An Xiaocai won't admit that he is short of money: "I'm just bored, so it's easy to find something to do and teach children piano."

Jiang Mu Ye looked at her: "boring?"

Ann nodded seriously: "yes."

Looking at her very sincere eyes, Jiang Muye gave a faint hum. He was more or less acceptable to this explanation. As for the truth... He had ordered Lin Zheng to check it, and it will be known soon.

"There are roses in the bathroom. Soak your feet." For a moment, he said.

"Ah?" An xiaoyileng: "but we haven't had dinner yet, have we?"

"Who stipulates that you must have dinner before you can soak your feet?" Jiang Muye won't admit that it's just for an Xiaoxiao to see the big rose in the bathroom.

The setting sun outside the window, the golden afterglow sprinkled in the room, spread in the black hair of Jiang Muye, halo dyed a sacred luster.

His sharp features were softened, and the light smile on his lips was magnified, so he looked at an Xiaoxiao's face and turned red first.

Looking down at his well-defined feet, an Xiaoxiao suddenly asked, "did you soak your feet like this with Miss Feng?"

The pleasant and ambiguous atmosphere suddenly turned cold. Jiang Mu Ye looked at her coldly: "yes."

Wen Yan'an small Du mouth to lift the feet, with a towel quickly dry.

Jiang Mu Ye snorted coldly: "are you satisfied with this answer?"

An Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and didn't speak. She was just looking for abuse. What did she do?

She got up and planned to leave. Her unexpected arm was caught by Jiang Muye. The next moment, she sat down on his leg again. There was dissatisfaction in his cold eyes.

Why do you have to force me to lie?