Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

Mu Wanqing's choked up murmur, in the silent corridor, hoarse, soft, thin, begging: "Admiration Fan, don't push me away, admiration Fan..." Suddenly , I really want to hug you.

"..." Hearing the words, Yang Mufan's bushy brows frowned more tightly and harder.

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The summer rain was violent and thunderous, and the whole city A was in a mess under the invasion of the storm.

But black-r, on such a night, seemed extremely peaceful and peaceful, not disturbed by the storm at all.

On the third floor, there is a [-]-square-meter master bedroom, black and awe-inspiring.

Black decoration, black carpet, black curtains, black bed curtains, everything is black, even the lampshade is no exception.

And the large and luxurious king-size bed, covered with black sheets and bedding, is still so dark that it makes one's heart palpitate.

However, unlike other items that are pure black, on the bed sheets, quilts and pillows, there are extravagant gold threads, showing the family pictures of the Yang family.

Lights, dim and gloomy.

Not knowing whether it was wearing wet clothes or being affected by the black color, it was the psychological side effect, Mu Wanqing sat in a room with a moderate temperature, and felt cold for no reason.

In the villa, it was extremely quiet.

Not a sound could be heard.

If it wasn't for the sound of running water in the bathroom, circling and reverberating in the room, stimulating her eardrums, she would definitely feel that she was abandoned by the whole world, living alone in a closed space .

There are a few black roses in the vase on the bedside table.

Mu Wanqing stared at it for a long, long time, she was really bored, finally, she stood up from the sofa, walked over slowly, then bent down, and looked carefully.

It was the first time she saw a black rose when she was so old.

I poked it lightly with my finger: real flower.

I gently pinched the petals with my fingertips and rubbed them: no fading.

It seems that this flower does grow into this color.

Mu Wanqing was curious: Can black flowers really grow on the earth? !

Just about to take out a branch of flower and study it carefully, who knows, just as his finger touches the branch, admire Fan's cold voice, suddenly: "What are you doing?!"

Mu Wanqing trembled in fright, the pulp of her index finger was pricked by a sharp thorn on a branch, and bright red blood gushed out immediately.

She didn't care about treating her own wounds, she turned around in panic, and at a glance she saw Yang Mufan who had just come out of the shower, wearing a black bathrobe and holding a black towel, standing there coldly.

Against the backdrop of the black bathrobe, his figure became more slender and muscular, and his aura became more and more menacing.

Feeling his too sharp and deep gaze, which was projected directly towards her, Mu Wanqing was overwhelmed by his fierce and powerful aura, and she was a little dizzy and out of breath, she shook her head dully: "No...no no ……Did not do anything."

Seeing her dumbfounded, Yang Mufan didn't bother to pay attention to her, while wiping her dripping hair with a towel, she turned around and wanted to sit down on the sofa.

Unexpectedly, when he walked over and was about to sit down, he spotted out of the corner of his eye in shock: on the expensive black sofa, there were actually two huge... butt mud prints.