"Let him follow."
Mu Qianling leaned on the back seat weakly, closing his eyes to rest.
Li Zheyan's car had been following her, but he arrived at the Mu family mansion one step ahead of her.
Mu Qianling got off the car and saw Li Zheyan leaning against the stone pillar of the gate, an unlit cigarette in his hand.
From his white shirt to his well-tailored black trousers, everything was ironed to the last detail.
It made his handsome face even more calm, so deep that no one could see through it, and full of mystery.
Mu Qianling straightened the windbreaker on his body and suddenly realized that the windbreaker was still on him.
He took off the windbreaker neatly and put it on his arm, with a calm look in his eyes.
"If you want clothes, you should have told me earlier.
You have been following me in the car for so long, but I'm sorry, your windbreaker was stained by me.
You may not want it because you have severe mysophobia."
In fact, she wanted to say more, Li Zheyan, you bastard, you are hanging around in front of me just because you want me to bear the reputation of being a mistress.
However, after many years of hard work, she knew this man's strange character very well, and pretending to be stupid and keeping silent was the best way to fight.
"Wash it for me."
Li Zheyan looked at her with burning eyes and interrupted her firmly.
He suddenly stood up straight, and his tall and straight figure reflected a huge shadow covering her under the sunlight.
She felt extremely depressed and couldn't help but take a few steps back, pursed her lips, suppressed the surprise and anger in her heart, and turned her head to the side, "Okay, I'll wash it and mail it to you."
"I want to wear it tonight."
Li Zheyan put one hand in his trouser pocket and looked down at her delicate profile.
After speaking domineeringly, he entered the Mu family mansion first and said coldly, "I'll wait for you to help me wash it."
Clean and dry before leaving.”
"You" Mu Qianling suddenly turned his head and looked at Li Zheyan's back, gritted his teeth and quickly walked past him, saying in a sinister tone.
"The Mu family's house was resold by Mr.
Li San, and he made a lot of money."
She, who regarded herself as noble, would not beg him not to sell her.
Based on her experience seven years ago, the more she begged, the less hope she had.
However, Li Zheyan stopped, his eyes were as tender as water, as if he was drowning her, and his voice was extremely soft, "Please beg me, I can consider not selling it."
Rumble Mu Qianling felt a bolt from the blue, and could even hear the sound of his head crackling.
After not seeing each other for seven years, her sultry ex-husband's shady and weird ways once again refreshed her new understanding.
For example, he would save her just now instead of adding insult to injury.
When An Jing fell in front of her, he would yell at her in public.
Another example is that now there is room for not selling the house.
At that time, she begged him not to sell the Mu family studio.
He said, I didn't want to sell it at first, but you begged me like this, and I was sure to sell it.
What kind of fucking routine is this?
She said she understands her ex-husband less and less.
No, I have never understood it.
Mu Qianling swallowed, swallowed down the few unrealistic thoughts in his heart, and evaded his eyes, "Well, I'll take a shower first."
After that, he ran into his bedroom and locked the door.
Obviously, he didn't have the chance to see the corners of the man's mouth raised in a faint smile.
Mu Qianling rushed into the bathroom almost at a speed of 100 meters, turned on the shower and turned the water on to the maximum, and rushed it in his face, trying to make himself more awake.
After she finished taking a bath, she wrapped herself in a bath towel, walked out of the bathroom comfortably, opened the closet, and fiddled with a row of underwear hanging on her slender fingers, wondering which color to wear.
Suddenly, a deep and hoarse voice sounded from the balcony, "The black one suits you":