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Jane's voice was so loud that the workers on the first floor were dumbfounded.

Wife?

Is this Young Master Jane?

My God, when did Jane get married?

Moreover, they had never seen such a bold and unrestrained Young Master Jane before.

In the past, he had always been very serious whenever he saw young master Jane, but every time he appeared, he would always be cold. Even when he was with a client, he would never smile. Young Master Jane had always been the elegant spokesperson of their company. As long as they were mentioned when they went out, their temperament and ability would definitely be of the highest order. However, this … The person in front of him was completely taken aback.

With such an impatient look on his face and the way he chased after her with the intent to hug her in his arms, he really didn't know who she was, much less that she was their Jane.

Mu An was forcefully pulled by Jane Wenmo. When he walked to the door, he saw a graceful woman.

She wore a tight pink dress that only Barbie dared to wear, but she didn't feel that it was inappropriate on this woman.

Her wavy brown hair made her look even more enchanting.

Even a woman like her couldn't help but feel ashamed of her inferiority.

"Young Master Jane?"

When the woman saw Jane Wenmo, she called out in a flirtatious voice before laughing and pouncing over. As for Mu An, who was in Jane Wenmo's embrace, she didn't see him at all.

No matter what kind of dead woman she was, she was always a passerby with the vitality of Jane Wenmo. In the end, it was her, Mo Tingting, who was the last person here.

"F * ck off."

Jane Wenmo dodged in disgust and didn't forget to protect Mu An tightly.

He was afraid that his wife would be contaminated by this type of woman with a miasma of smoke.

Compared to the chaotic scent, he still liked the natural fragrance of Mu An's body more.

"Jane Wenmo, the speed at which you switched women is really fast. There's another one in the hospital, and now you're carrying one in your arms. Do they all know?"

Mo Tingting didn't look closely. Yesterday was the day before yesterday, when the woman in the hospital had her face covered with gauze, she didn't see what she looked like. As for this guy wearing a peaked cap, with his hair covering his face, she could tell that he was a little star in the 88th line.

"They're both my wife, how come I don't know about them?"

Jane Wenmo smiled mockingly as he hugged Mu An and left.

Mo Tingting still didn't understand the meaning behind Jane Wen Mo's words.

What do you mean all my wives?

Was he going to marry more than one person?

Or was this just a general term for his woman?

"Jane Wenmo, tell me clearly. What do you think about the two of us?"

Mo Tingting chased after her unwillingly.

She had just come out of Jane's house.

Originally, he had wanted to ask the old lady for her opinion on the woman in the hospital, or he had tried to ask if Jane Wenmo was really married. But today, the old lady was not feeling well, and according to the servant, she was angered by Jane Wenmo. Therefore, she didn't dare to ask any further questions and just exchanged a few words of greeting before leaving.

Since this was the case, he had no other choice but to come to Jian Chen's side.

He didn't expect that she would actually bump into him.

It was actually another woman.

If he was so diligent in changing women, why hadn't he seen any gossip before?

Or was the job done too well?

But this was an open and aboveboard scene, appearing directly below the company. Any employee could have taken a picture of it.

He didn't have any intention of hiding it.

"Jane Wenmo, speak for me!"

Seeing how Jane Wenmo ignored her, Mo Tingting stomped her feet and chased after him.

Mu An looked at the woman in front of him. It was impossible for him to not feel any waves, but Jane Wenmo held onto her tightly as if he was afraid that she would run away if she was unhappy.

"Wife, you're really not going to help?"

Jane Wenmo whispered into Mu An's ear. There was even a hint of coquettishness in his voice, as if he was saying 'you have no conscience'.

"I don't know what's going on."

Mu An curled his lips, implying that he would handle your own matters.

I can't handle it.

Upon seeing Mu An in such a state, Jane Wenmo felt dismal.

Aren't you in a hurry at all?

Wasn't he afraid that he would run away with another woman?

How come his previous sense of superiority was useless in front of this girl? It even made him feel uneasy?

"Jane Wenmo!"

Mo Tingting was even more unconvinced when she heard the two whispering to each other.

She did not believe that this little star that did not know the 88th thread would be inferior to her.

As he spoke, he lifted Mu An's hat.

Mu An subconsciously tried to block, and Jane Wenmo immediately raised his hand to block as well. However, when the three hands collided, he accidentally knocked down his hat.

The wind ruffled his long hair, but the scars on his face were still clearly visible under the sunlight.

Mo Tingting stared blankly at Mu An's face for a long time.

This face...

Isn't that a little too scary?

But...

"Are you the woman from the hospital?"

Mo Tingting asked uncertainly.

She had always thought that this woman had undergone plastic surgery. So she had been disfigured?

Since her face was so disgusting, what did Jane Wenmo fancy about her?

"I am."

Mu An replied indifferently. He moved his hand away from Jane Wenmo and bent down to pick up the hat, but Jane Wenmo grabbed her waist to stop her movements. His back was pressing against his body, and he could clearly feel an indescribable coldness emitting from his body.

"Jane Wenmo, I-I didn't do it on purpose."

Seeing how Jane Wenmo's expression had suddenly changed, it was not boredom from before, but really anger.

An ice-cold oppressive aura radiated from his body.

"Pick it up."

These three words made Mo Tingting tremble all over.

"Pick, pick? You want me to pick it up? "

No matter what, Mo Tingting was a proud young miss. Even though her actions just now were a bit rude, she still shouldn't think about picking it up.

She didn't want it.

It was one thing for a woman to steal her man, but now, she had to pick up items for this woman?

Don't even think about it.

"Could it be that someone else is here?"

Jane Wenmo lowered his voice, but the more he spoke, the colder it made people feel.

Mu An looked at Mo Tingting, then at the hat on the floor. He could get it as long as he bent down.

His small hand patted Jane Wenmo's large hand.

No response.

He didn't know whether it was because he was in a rage and didn't feel it, or because he felt it and ignored her.

"Let go."

Mu An patted him again, and when he saw that he didn't move, he pinched the back of his hand.

But Jane Wenmo didn't move at all.

Mu An was also on fire.

Could it be that standing here in a stalemate was very pleasing to the eye?

After a while, she would get off work, and the last one to lose face would be herself.

"Jane Wenmo, did you listen to me?"