Chapter 428

She does. She does.

But jealousy is more important than mind.

Even if he knew that he had other women, it was before he was with her.

But even so, she was still jealous to explode.

Thinking about it, Su Xiangwan's eyes turned red again.

He is so familiar that he is experienced at first sight.

I don't know how many women have been ruined before her.

Seeing her silent, Mu Beiting said in a deep voice, "I will accompany you home."

She looked up at him, the mist swirling around her eyes.

Mu Beiting panicked, extended his long arm and picked her up. He sat on the sofa and put her on his leg.

"What are you crying for?"

Su sniffed at night and said coldly, "if you come home with me, I will never come back again!"

He wrung his eyebrows and pursed his thin lips, staring at her without saying a word.

Neither of them spoke.

She was still uncomfortable and refused to give him a good face.

He was even more livid by her anger.

A few minutes later, Su Xiangwan got off his legs, said nothing and continued to pack up.

Until half an hour later, Mu Beiting calmly carried the suitcase for her.

Put it in the trunk of the car.

When Su got on the bus late at night, she kept looking out of the window.

Still refused to pay attention to him.

She remembered, he also said that she was not a woman and humiliated her so much

He only touched her once, how could he distinguish between cup B and cup C.

I don't know how many women I've slept with before.

Her nose was sour and more silent.

The heart is like soaking in a lemon jar, astringent and sour.

Mu Beiting is also very angry at the moment.

Is there anyone who is more subdued than him?

The wives have already married home.

Not only can't tell the world, even her parents can't know, even after the new year, there's no reason to go to her home to see her!

There was no word until the car stopped in front of her house.

She opened the door and got out of the car. He took her luggage.

After su Xiangwan picked him up, he looked at him with red eyes. After all, he was a little reluctant.

Even if the heart is no longer taste, but the thought of a small half a month, she still whispered: "goodbye in the new year."

His face softened a little, opened his hand and whispered, "hold it."

Su Xiangwan hesitated for a moment, or went forward to gently embrace.

His breath filled her nose, which made her not want to leave.

But it was only for a moment that she pulled out of the room and took a look at him and turned home with her suitcase.

All of a sudden, his heart was empty.

Mu Beiting stood in place, staring at her back, eyes deep color.

*

Su came back to her bedroom with her suitcase in the evening.

His wechat came in.

There are only three simple words: miss you.

Su Xiangwan looked at the news, eyes slightly wet, did not return.

Mu Beiting sat in the car, looking out of the window, his heart sank.

After only ten minutes of separation, he went crazy and missed her.

It's a pity to be apart for such a long time.

He didn't get a kiss.

After su Xiangwan got home, he sorted out his things, but he was absent-minded all the time.

She didn't think of it.

What I care about is not his frivolity and humiliation, but how many women he has.

In a flash, a week passed.

Mu Beiting fixed two phone calls every day and would chat with her via wechat.

Of course, the answer depends on the ancestor's mood.

Wechat is basically his one-sided wordiness.

However, when he was about to lose his temper, she would always give him a little response just in time. Shengsheng killed his temper.

That day, only a week or so before New Year's Eve.

Su Xiangwan is lying in bed watching Zhang Ke's film.

Xiaoxiao's phone call came in.

"Late or late, can I go to your house for the Spring Festival?"

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment: "Si Mo City doesn't care about you?"

"You don't know how terrible it is. There are only me and Sima city in my family during the Spring Festival this year..." Li Xiaoxiao spoke softly, and she could almost imagine her frightened expression in her eyes at the moment.