My wife is a little bit squeamish

Chapter 31 [Playing with Fire 5]

Those young masters exchanged glances, and they all saw incredible in each other's eyes. This was the first time that a client didn't touch them, and they could get a high billing fee just by chatting.

However, they quickly got used to it. Here, Yin Siyi's room was full of enthusiasm, while downstairs, Mu Baoliang was extremely irritable.

Sitting on the sofa, smoking with his head down, he saw that there were already several cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him. In order to prove that he was not in such a bad mood at this time, Mu Baoliang raised his pointed chin and spit into the air. A few smoke rings.

Round and round.In the end, the smoke disappeared, but he was still irritable.It's a sentiment that hasn't been there in years.

In fact, it wasn't that Mu Baoliang was indifferent and desolate.In his young age, he was also enthusiastic and reckless, and he was willing to be happy for his beloved woman, buying breakfast, taking her to and from school and buying everything she liked.Surprises are carefully prepared for every birthday.

In the cold winter, he stood under her dormitory for several hours just to give her a warm baby.

This kind of Mu Boliang's youth also sprouted.In the graduation season, he was not as worried as his roommate was that it was the breakup season of love, because he had the ability to make her live a better life without worrying about work.

Facts have proved that this is also the case. They have survived the graduation season and the career period, but they cannot survive the seventh spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The seven-year itch, it turned out that he, Mu Boliang, couldn't stand the seven-year itch either, she disappeared into his Mu Boliang's world without saying a word, as if she had never been there before.

Xiaoxiao, you see, I sent you out of my life, and I can live a good life just as well.

Xiaoxiao, you said you love me, but you never thought of marrying me.Xiao Xiao, you are gone, my heart is dead.

At this moment, the pain that used to be eroding his heart that did not know the pain over and over again, but now it is so clear, the same pain as before.

Mu Baoliang's hands holding the cigarette are very beautiful, slender and slender, but such a pair of beautiful hands are constantly trembling.The pain robbed him of all his abilities.

Fiercely stubbing out the cigarette butt, Mu Baoliang got up and rudely picked up the coat on the sofa and strode outside.

He couldn't even take a look at the second floor, as if he was angry, but also as if he really didn't care, didn't care about a person, even if she was tossing and turning on someone else's bed, he still didn't have any emotions.

Walking into the yard, the AE86 rushed into Mu Boliang's sight. Mu Boliang just glanced at it lightly, then turned and walked towards the garage.

The Ferrari he often drove was left in Qiuming Mountain by him. It is estimated that the car delivery company will not deliver it until tomorrow morning. After all, it is dark and the roads are narrow. If there is any mistake, the car delivery company cannot afford it.Even a corporate mortgage isn't enough.

Going to the garage, Mu Boliang randomly chose a luxury car. At this time, there was no such an eye-catching BMW Mini in the garage, and the whole garage was much more coordinated.All luxury cars.

The sound of booming exhaust pipes made a dull sound in the silent street.Extremely arrogant, just like Mu Boliang's domineering personality.

Picking up the phone, he dialed Ji Chenxia's number, but the phone rang, but still no one answered.

Mu Boliang angrily pressed the hook button, and then entered the landline number of Ji Chenxia's apartment.As soon as the landline was dialed, it was hung up. Mu Boliang continued to call, but the most disgusting female voice came from Mu Boliang,
(End of this chapter)