Mrs. Jiang is arrogant

Chapter 127 Gentleness
After Muyan enters the house, she finds that the house is empty and Yu Ma is not there.

She went in and checked, and the house was very clean. Someone cleaned it up every day.

Before leaving get off work, Jiang Jingheng received a call from Song Chengan, telling him of Muyan's whereabouts,
On the phone, Song Chengan said with a smile: "Brothers, don't say I didn't create opportunities for you, recently I slowed down Muyan's schedule."

Jiang Jingheng sneered, "Yes, you are quite self-conscious."

The person on the phone was silent, of course because of your threat.

"I'm very curious about one thing, did you make [-]% of it?"

"What do you think?" Jiang Jingheng said coldly.

"I said it's definitely not going to work. I even suspect that you have never held another girl's little hand."

"Get lost!" Jiang Jingheng's expression darkened slightly.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is no special handshake, and shaking hands doesn't count at all.

"I knew it was not what you and I wanted to get married."

Jiang Jingheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you think I forced it?"

"Isn't it? When I was drunk, I helped her take you back to the room. She searched for the light switch in your room for a long time. This proves that the two of you didn't live in the same room. I took her to work outside for a month or two. She never offered to mention you."

"Didn't anyone teach you not to talk when you can shut up? Take care of your business, and don't worry about anything else." Jiang Jingheng left this sentence and hung up the phone directly.

He looked out the window with a gloomy expression.

Sooner or later, they will be a real couple.

After sitting for a while, he picked up the key and went out.

Muyan went upstairs to rest for a while, and found that it was almost six o'clock, she was a little hungry, so she went downstairs to the kitchen.

She originally wanted to cook bowl noodles casually, but when she opened the refrigerator, she saw that there were a lot of fresh vegetables and meat in it.

After thinking about it, she decided to cook.

She took some dishes out of the refrigerator and started to prepare.

When Jiang Jingheng opened the door and came in, he heard the sound of cutting vegetables in the kitchen.

His eyes were dark, she was in the kitchen?

He put on his shoes, put his bag on the sofa, and walked towards the kitchen.

He stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the girl who was wearing a T-shirt and shorts and an apron cutting vegetables.

The broken hair on her forehead fell down naturally, and she stared at the cutting board in front of her without blinking.

At this moment, she is like an ordinary wife, preparing meals in advance before her husband leaves work, waiting for him to return.

Although he knew that this was his own imagination, he still couldn't help being moved in his heart.

Just as Muyan put down the knife, out of the corner of her eye she sensed that someone was looking at her, subconsciously looked over, and saw Jiang Jingheng.

She shrank her hand following her body, and accidentally rubbed her finger against the blade, she whispered, "Yeah."

She looked at her finger, a small piece was cut and blood was flowing.

Jiang Jingheng's expression changed slightly, and he ran in immediately, grabbed her hand, his face sank a little, and he turned on the tap to rinse.

Muyan glanced at him, and said angrily: "Why are you standing behind me and not talking, you scared me to death."

"I'm sorry, does it hurt?" He drooped his eyelids, his eyes full of annoyance.

It hurt a little, but Muyan wasn't that delicate, she shook her head and said: "It's okay."

"I'll get you a Band-Aid." After Jiang Jingheng said this, he hurried out.

Muyan didn't speak, and watched him go out.

Soon he came in with a Band-Aid, the wound was still bleeding, Jiang Jingheng carefully wiped it with a cotton swab, then disinfected it with alcohol, and finally put the Band-Aid on.

His eyes were drooping, his eyelashes were long and curly, his fair and handsome face was tense, his expression was indescribably serious, and it was extraordinarily pleasing to watch.

Most importantly, his movements are really gentle.

Muyan looked at him, a little absent-minded.

(End of this chapter)