Mrs. Jiang is arrogant

Chapter 151 I'm Not A Casual Person
Outside the window, vehicles were speeding past, and the light from the headlights shone across people's faces, a little dazzling.

Jiang Jingheng propped his hands on both sides of the seat, covering her in his arms with a strong posture.

His light brown eyes were deep and mysterious under the dip of the night, making it difficult for people to see the emotions in his eyes clearly.

Muyan leaned on the back of the chair, wanting to retreat, but unfortunately there is no way to retreat.

She grabbed the top with both hands, pursed her lips tightly, and her clear eyes met his gaze.

His warm breath hit his face, and the faint scent of cologne permeated his nostrils.

Breathing entangled, she felt a sense of dryness in her body, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

In the air, an ambiguous smell rose.

Muyan subconsciously recognized the face, looked out the car window, concealing her panic.

Jiang Jingheng watched her fleeing, the corners of his lips curled slightly.

He leaned closer to her ear again, and said in a low voice, "Not everyone is worthy of me, Jiang Jingheng, standing up."

There is no one else but you.

A tingling feeling in the ear is transmitted to all parts of the body like an electric current, Muyan feels her heart is itchy as if a feather has been brushed against it.

The heart beat faster, as if it was about to come out of the body.

She clenched her hands. What did he mean by that?
Before she could think about it, suddenly, she felt the pressure from her body dissipate, and the shadow covering her disappeared.

The sound of the engine suddenly sounded, and the car started again.

Muyan slowly turned her head, looking at the person beside her, he looked at the front calmly, as if the person who was domineering just now was not him.

The breeze blows on the cheeks, taking away the heat.

She was a little thankful that it was night, otherwise how would she lose her composure.

However, she could vaguely feel a trace of inexplicable emotion in her heart, and she couldn't shake it off no matter what.

All the way without a word, the car drove to Jinxiu Huating Villa.

After entering the door, Jiang Jingheng turned on the light, went to the locker and took out two bottles of medicine, and handed them to Muyan, "After taking a shower, rub it on your legs."

Muyan took it over, nodded and said, "Thank you."

Jiang Jingheng was noncommittal, walked towards the kitchen, and asked as he walked, "What do you want to eat?"

Muyan quickly said: "Let me do it."

He saved her, how could she let him cook for her.

Jiang Jingheng's expression darkened instantly, and he stared at her.

Muyan's heart skipped a beat, she quickly shook her head, "You do it."

Jiang Jingheng didn't speak, turned and went into the kitchen.

Muyan watched his figure disappear by the kitchen door, and suddenly found that he was not quite what she imagined.

Arrogant, ruthless, domineering, and arrogant, this is in line with his identity as Shangcheng Jiang Shao.

At that time, he hugged her and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!" It calmed her restless heart.

It's wrong to go on like this, she shook her head and ran upstairs.

Muyan went back to the room to take a shower, applied some medicine, and then went downstairs.

There were already two dishes on the table, fried pork slices with asparagus and sweet and sour pork ribs. They were steaming hot, and they were obviously fresh out of the pan.

Muyan was really hungry, and Jiang Jingheng's cooking was delicious, she ate a whole bowl.

Before going upstairs, she thought of one thing, looked at Jiang Jingheng and said, "Don't forget to apply the medicine."

Jiang Jingheng touched his back subconsciously, nodded, "Yes."

Muyan saw that he didn't seem to be in a special posture, and asked: "Do you want me to help?"

Jiang Jingheng glanced at her, and smiled lightly, "Mrs. Jiang is probably coveting my figure, she wants to take a peek."

Muyan was taken aback, what nonsense he was talking about.

Jiang Jingheng raised his eyebrows, "I'm not a casual person."

(End of this chapter)