The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

Mu Yuansheng frowned, did he say that to himself?

Like a villain, Meng Ying picked up the whole brick on the ground and weighed it in her hands.

That scornful upper body, where there is still innocence, is a demon in a princess dress.

"Using the atmospheric pressure to present a powerful air current to repel the door-doorer, so as to achieve the purpose of protecting the house. If you are really the master of this house, really for the ancestors, then I can still respect you. Unfortunately, you are not."

The thin man and the strong man were a little panicked.

They have been here for so long, and no one has ever dared to rush to the door to pierce them.

It seems that this time it can't be held.

"Are you from Lan Chen?" The thin man asked.

Mu Yuansheng looked at Meng Ying.

Lan Chen asked her to come?

Meng Ying walked over with a brick, tilting her head, "So, you are here to stay here, not to prevent road construction, but to guard..."

She stared at the expressions of the two people, her eyes on the Broken Dragon Mountain next to the house.

Seeing her gaze on Broken Dragon Mountain, the skinny and strong man's expressions changed.

Meng Ying threw the bricks on the ground and clapped her hands, "Sure enough, it's for this Broken Dragon Mountain."

Mu Yuansheng squinted his eyes, calmly.

They **** the people and threw them into the house, standing at the door, looking at Broken Dragon Mountain.

"Lan Chen asked you to come?" Mu Yuansheng held back for a while, and he kept wondering why she suddenly came to such a place.

If he doesn't follow, is she coming with Lan Chen?

Walking through the grove together, arranged in the same room by the old man like last night?

Lan Chen looks more beautiful than women, she must like it.

The more I think about it, the less it feels in my heart. I keep saying that I want to get him, but I have a secret with other men, and I still don't let him know.

Mu Yuansheng's chest was a little blocked.

Meng Ying shook her head, "No."

"Then why did you come to this place suddenly?"

"Lan Chen talked about this place, so let's take a look."

"You said he didn't call you here?" Mu Yuansheng didn't realize how grievous his tone was.

Meng Ying faced him and blinked, "Are you jealous?"

Mu Yuansheng realized that he was a little misbehaving just now, and quickly adjusted his emotions, saying with a cold face, "No."

"If I said he called me and I came, would you be jealous?"

"Whatever you want." Mu Yuansheng no longer looked at her.

What is he jealous? He was just not happy to be an errand runner.

Lan Chen... Hmph, he also made a fart!

Meng Ying pursed her mouth, "Oh, I'm such a poor person. My husband doesn't hurt or love, my heart seems to be buried in a snowdrift in the twelfth lunar month of winter, pulling out the cold."

Mu Yuansheng: "..."

Seeing that he still ignored her, Meng Ying took out his mobile phone and dialed Lan Chen's number in front of him.

Then he turned on the hands-free and dangled Mu Yuansheng's hand. After answering the call, his gaze locked Mu Yuansheng's eyes.

"Lan is pretty, what are you doing?" Meng Ying's voice was soft as the wind, always so delicate and intoxicating.

"Clubhouse." Lan Chen asked, "What's the matter?"

Meng Ying hooked Mu Yuansheng's shoulders, her fingers squeezed the contours of his face incessantly, and occasionally squeezed his tight jaw line.

Mu Yuansheng wanted to walk away, and owed him to hear what they were going to say.

"I said Lan is beautiful. I thought we were friends and we could be honest with each other. What you did was a bit unkind." Meng Ying smiled like a flower, even more dazzling than the sun just after the clouds were lifted, and there was a faint white plum on her body. Fragrant seemed to mix into his breath, inhaled into his lungs, bit by bit, conquering him.

Looking at this face, Mu Yuansheng had always been self-confident and indifferent, but at this time it was difficult to fill in the gully.