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Can you?

It was a simple question, but he did not have the courage to answer it.

He wanted to say yes.

However, another voice kept telling him that he couldn't do it.

He was a coward. He had struggled for three years without accomplishing anything. Could he do it in one night?

Heh heh, he can't.

He was a hypocrite.

"So, she doesn't want me anymore. Does she think that I have no ability, or …"

"You can't solve her immediate problem."

His death sentence was decided in one sentence. That's it. You can't solve her burning problems.

What she wanted was not wealth or luxury. All she wanted was her mother's health.

He didn't believe that Mu An's boyfriend of three years wouldn't be able to tell.

"Don't complain. I, Leng Yi, have made myself clear. Next time, I won't be so easy to talk to."

"Why didn't you hit me?"

Ye Zichen asked in confusion.

If Leng Yi wanted to attack him, it would be an easy task. He, Ye Zichen, was not good at fighting.

"Why should I hit you? Mu An probably wouldn't be willing to end up like this. But of course, young master Jane also didn't wish for that to happen. Although Young Master Jane is not afraid of you, but to affect your relationship with an outsider is something only a fool would do. "

Jane Wenmo was a smart person. How could someone who was good at scheming lose his rationality at this moment?

The lesson of the day before yesterday was already there.

They, Young Master Jane, did not have the ability to argue with their ex-boyfriend.

"Young Master Jane will not give you the chance to sing the drama of heartache, so you can save yourself that thought. Not to mention Mu An choosing to break up with you, even if he doesn't choose Jane, there are at least a thousand ways for you to divide it. By the way, don't be stupid, if you dare to touch the Ye Family again, a disaster will befall you. "

Did he really think that Young Master Jane had such a good temper?

If it wasn't for Mu An, Ye Zichen would have already bloomed like a flower.

Wasn't he afraid of hurting his woman?

He had followed Jane less than a few days, but from what she did to Mu An, he knew that she wasn't joking this time.

He took the marriage seriously.

He might even fall in with his head full on the ground.

If you touch his heart, he will take your internal organs.

In a high-class district, Jane Wenmo held Mu An's hand as she opened the door and pushed her in. She looked so gentle and gentle as if she had never had a temper before.

Mu An watched him with trepidation until he sat down on the sofa. He was still staring dumbly at his every move, afraid that he would explode if he wasn't careful.

"Calligraphy …"

Mu An called out softly, but it was useless.

The man went out and came back with several bags in his hands. Then he went into the kitchen.

"Mu An, come and help."

Jane Wenmo shouted. Mu An didn't understand what was going on and went over. Was he not angry?

Weren't you wearing a straight face in the car just now?

Carefully going over, he saw the bowl in his hand. It seemed like he was thinking about what to do.

"You …"

"Will you put these in a bowl?"

"Yes."

He woodenly nodded his head. He could not help but remain on his guard.

When Jane Wenmo heard her words, he suddenly laughed.

"I know my wife is smart, but you do it, I'll go wash my hands." As he said this, he handed the bowl to Mu An. With a low voice, he muttered, "What the hell is this? It's so greasy."

At that moment, Mu An was in a mess in the wind.

Who could tell her what was going on?

Jane Wenmo was not mad with anger.

If that was the case, she would definitely have to take the first responsibility.

Woo woo ~

What was she going to do?

As she carefully organized the tasks that Jane Wenmo had given her, her small eyes did not forget to look at Jane Wenmo, who was washing his hands. Although she did not seem angry, it was different from yesterday.

Therefore, towards this new husband of hers, she was unable to figure out what kind of state his current temperament was in.

Mu An obediently placed all the food on a plate. Seeing someone still rubbing his hands in the pond, Mu An had a fierce battle in his heart. He still decided to take a look at how the eldest young master was doing.

"Are you all right?"

Mu An walked to his side and whispered.

Jane Wenmo extended his oily hand in front of her and asked, "What do you think?"

Previously, this was all done by the servants. He wouldn't do it himself.

He was only responsible for eating.

If he went back to his house on the mountain side, there would be no chance for him to make a move.

So...

"Let me help you wash it!"

Mu An sighed and shrugged his shoulders helplessly. She was already used to seeing young masters like him.

Not to mention Jane Wenmo, who was born in a wealthy family, she could cry even if you asked her to.

Holding Jane Wenmo's big hand in her small hand, she squeezed some of the lotion in his hand and carefully spread foam all over it from inside to outside. The more she looked at his serious side, the more she found him pleasing to look at.

Mu An, who was seriously focused on washing the hands of the Eldest Young Master, didn't notice the faint smile in Jane Wenmo's eyes.

Suddenly, "Ba Ji", a mouthful of ink landed on Mu An's face.

And then he said complacently, "It's better to have a wife."

This was completely different from the feeling he had when he was a child being served by a nanny. No wonder so many men talk about women as a loathsome creature, but are willing to step into the grave of marriage.

Only by taking a step forward would he be able to experience the different happiness he felt.

"You …"

Mu An was suddenly kissed and looked at him in surprise.

Seeing the other party's smiling face, he felt even more helpless.

He finally wiped his big hands clean, then randomly wiped his little hands, and quickly placed them on his forehead to test his strength.

"You don't have a fever?"

"What's the fever like?"

He doesn't get sick a few times a year. What made his wife think he was weak and sickly? Was it because he wasn't trying hard enough in some way?

Eldest Young Master couldn't help his own thoughts from going astray. Even his gaze towards Mu An had turned fiery. Her ears gradually turned red as she looked at her chattering lips. She was reluctant to move her eyes away.

"Mu An, I …"

He suddenly pulled her into his embrace, grabbed the back of her neck, and kissed her.

Mu An's deep kiss caught him off guard. He subconsciously wanted to push it away, but he held it even tighter.

"Ugh …"

"Mu An, I'm getting serious."

I took it seriously.

If he hadn't been angry, he might not have known what he was thinking. He wanted her. Seeing that she was being held by someone, he had the urge to tear that man apart, but he also had to take into consideration whether she was angry or not, so he suppressed his anger.

At this moment, because of the gentle action of her washing her hands, the hidden rage mysteriously disappeared once again.

He didn't even know when he could be so lonely anymore.

So, Jane Ink, you're finished …