The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

She was a little scared, really, she couldn't figure out Tian Junhao's temper, at this moment she began to fidget.

She even had some hope of masochistic, Tian Junhao came over, pinched his neck, dragged himself, and threw her into the sea again.

It's also better than now, standing still, with no expression at all, either happy or angry, looking at her from a distance, it's a joy.

"Little sister, let's go." Nangong Xuan then got into the car, ready to start the car.

An Ying panicked and pressed the handbrake to prevent him from starting the car. [

She couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to yell at Tian Junhao, she was about to leave, wouldn't he come over?

Tian Junhao was standing there, also soaked all over, the water was splashing down, but he was indifferent.

He just fisted the hand holding the towel, showing his uncontrollable anger.

However, in his peach blossom eyes, it was really calm, and there was no trace of anger, as if he was indifferent to the scene in front of him.

Hearing the sound of the car starting, he even started to pick up his steps and turn around.

An Ying panicked completely, he left, just left, saw that she was sitting in someone else's car, but didn't come to grab her, but turned around to leave, and she wasn't angry at all.

"Aren't you angry?" An Ying was originally sitting in the passenger seat, but now she stood up suddenly.

He yelled at Tian Junhao who had already turned around and started to move: "Aren't you angry? Are you leaving?"

Tian Junhao's footsteps did not stop, and even his footsteps seemed a little light and slow, as if he was taking a walk. The back view that seemed to be indifferent to everything deeply hurt An Ying's eyes.

She yelled again: "Tian Junhao, didn't you say that you don't allow me to laugh at other men? I'm laughing now, don't you care? Are you not angry at all?"

Tian Junhao finally stopped, turned around, raised his chin, and walked towards An Ying step by step with a mocking expression.

An Ying's heart finally eased a little.

However, when he walked in front of her, his expression was even calmer, with his hands in his wet trouser pockets, he said indifferently:

"Why should I be angry? To me, you are just a mistress. What is a mistress? If you like it, you can wear it, and if you don't like it, you can throw it away in public.