0°C lingering: Mr. Leng's new wife at midnight

Crack, push down another teacup.

Lan Yanshu glanced at the female hooligan who collapsed on the sofa in a large font, the corners of her mouth twitched, and the veins on her forehead throbbed. "Shen Wenxia, ​​you can stop sitting a little bit!"

"I was born like this, don't look if you are upset, the door is over there, walk slowly!" Chunxin provocatively raised her feet, put them high on the coffee table, and lay her body reclined with her elbows on the pillow He was leaning on the sofa, while his hand was pressed against the forehead on the right side in the shape of a fist, and he threw another teacup angrily, looking like a small commoner squeezed out of a TV series.

Resignedly took the broom to clean up the tiles all over the floor.

"Your temper is no longer restrained..."[

"Yes, yes, I just have a bad temper, and I deserve to be abandoned!" She snorted coldly, throwing another cup to relieve her anger.

Thinking of the fact that she was driven to the center of the city and discarded in London, she jumped onto the sofa angrily, danced and scolded, "Lan Yanshu, what kind of expression do you have, do you dare to say that I will end up differently from you today?" Does it matter?!"

"No." Lan Yanshu didn't even look at her, and calmly cleaned the debris on the ground without even raising an eyebrow.

"Damn it! If you hadn't sent me to London, wouldn't I be kicked out to wander? Hmph!"

Lan Yanshu heard her hysterical rage, and then added slowly, "Shen asked Miss Xia, let me remind you, you were the one who was crying and shouting to go to London."