Every day I am woken up by the handsome lady's vest

Chapter 138
If Jiang Jinchuan still doesn't understand, he's a pig.

"You have nothing to do to persuade my mother, and let her leave my affairs alone."

"What's the advice? You're almost 30 years old, and you don't even have a girlfriend. Don't worry about your mother."

Director Jiang is on his wife's side in this regard.

In the past, they didn't urge them because Mother Jiang wanted to care.

They are waiting for Caring to be an adult, waiting for her to open up.

Now that there are more and more outstanding men who care about him, his son has no hope.

Can you be in a hurry?

"I have something else to tell you later."

Jiang Jinchuan quickly hung up the phone.

South City Police Department,

Director Jiang stared at the hung up phone, scolded the brat with a smile, and continued to work on the case at hand.

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慕宅
As soon as He Zhimei came back from outside, she saw Mu Ziyang sitting on the sofa, wondering what she was thinking.

"Ziyang, didn't you say you want to read? What are you doing sitting here?"

The recent events in the He family made the whole family panic.

Today, Mr. He suddenly said that she doesn't need to worry about this matter.

He has already decided to contact the imperial capital, and even said some caring words to her.

Since that incident, the father and daughter have not had such a warm conversation for a long time.

He Zhimei was in a good mood.

He Shiyan went out for a long time and felt refreshed.

Seeing Mu Ziyang sitting on the sofa in a daze, he was still in the mood to take care of him, "Don't push yourself too much, you can't rush into things like reading, it's good to take a break once in a while."

Mu Ziyang subconsciously dodged her outstretched hand.

Looking up at He Zhimei's slightly stunned expression, she pursed her lips in annoyance, and her questioning lost all momentum for no reason.
"Mom, do you know who kidnapped Uncle back then?"

The expression on He Zhimei's face froze slightly, but soon returned to a gentle expression.

Looking at his son in surprise, "How would I know? You know?"

Mu Ziyang shook his head,
He lowered his head to avoid He Zhimei's gaze, and slowly clenched his fists on his knees, "It's just that someone said you should know, so I'll just ask."

"The police didn't find out, how could I know?"

He Zhimei's gentle expression sank slightly.

The voice also became serious, "Ziyang, who told you, she must be trying to provoke our relationship. No, I'll call your father, and we can't let someone who wants to provoke the relationship between Erfang and your cousin."

As he said that, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to call his husband.

"Mom, I just listened to what others said casually. Since you don't know, forget it. My dad is busy handing over the company with my brother recently, so don't bother him with this kind of thing."

Seeing that He Zhimei reacted so strongly, Mu Ziyang already believed it, and quickly stood up and held her hand.

"Then tell me who told you. Ziyang, once this kind of talk spreads, even if your brother doesn't believe it, he will have a relationship with us. Don't listen to these words."

He Zhimei couldn't make a phone call because her son held her hands down, she still didn't relax, she stared at her son and asked.

"I don't know who it is, I just overheard it some time ago."

Mu Ziyang avoided his mother's gaze, and the roots of his ears were slightly red.

Since childhood, he has never had the habit of lying, let alone his mother.

But he didn't want Caring to leave a bad impression in his mother's heart, and he didn't want her to think that Caring was provoking.

Concern must be a misunderstanding, and when he goes to school on Monday, he can ask her to explain clearly.

After Mu Ziyang went upstairs.

He Zhimei's face suddenly darkened.

Think about the people Mu Ziyang might come into contact with, and who he doesn't want to let her know.

The answer is imminent.

care!

As long as she cares that this little bitch is still alive, she will be unhappy every day.

Think of the threats you cared about last time.

Thinking of Mu Zhanchen's recent series of actions, not only did he treat her coldly for no reason, the He family was also forced out of breath by him.

It is very possible that he has already found out what happened back then.

A stern look flashed across He Zhi's brows and eyes.

……

Caring stayed up late yesterday, woke up early in the morning, lay down and slept all afternoon, and was awakened by the fragrance.

I got up and washed my face, and when I went downstairs, I saw a man who was concentrating on cooking.

What he is making is... wild crucian carp soup.

"I don't eat fish."

Walking over, leaning on the glazed platform, frowning with concern.

Didn't you say she was going to quit fishing?

And I just ate at Jiang's house at noon.

"Brother made a special trip to send wild fish over every day. He paid for it for a year. It would be a pity if he didn't eat it."

Mu Zhanchen turned his head, Qingjun's brows and eyes were dizzy with the warmth of fireworks, and the corner of his mouth curled into a loose smile.

"Refund."

"Can't refund, the other party has already spent all the money."

Mu Zhanchen turned his head and turned off the fire, and put the soup into the soup basin.

This is the last one.

Then I was concerned and discovered that this was actually... a whole fish feast.

Last time, when I made amends to her, there was still a vegetable.

What is this old man doing, does he like to abuse himself so much?
Concerned about the stunned effort, Mu Zhanchen had already put away several dishes and called her over to eat.

Two bowls of rice, that is to say, Mu Zhanchen also eats. Does he eat plain rice?

"You want your brother to bring you here?"

Seeing that she was still not moving, Mu Zhanchen had a loose smile on his lips, as if he really wanted to raise his legs and hug her.

"You don't eat vegetables?"

Before he came over, Caring walked out of the kitchen, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"eat."

Mu Zhanchen sat down on the other side and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the fish.

Caring looked cold, this time he didn't reach out to grab his chopsticks, but his face was cold, "Are you courting death?"

Mu Zhanchen successfully picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, and put it into his mouth with caring and cold eyes.

After chewing a few mouthfuls and swallowing, he met the concerned gaze and said slowly, "My brother's allergy has been cured."

The coldness in his concerned eyes turned into astonishment, and he looked down at Mu Zhanchen's hand holding the chopsticks.

Mu Zhanchen put down the chopsticks and put the back of his hand in front of her calmly.

The bones are well defined, and a slender and beautiful hand.

She remembered that the last time she had an allergy, it was Mu Zhanchen who had eaten fish for only a moment.

But that hand was still beautiful, without any allergic symptoms such as erythema.

Caring got up and walked towards Mu Zhanchen.

Mu Zhanchen didn't move until she reached out and unbuttoned the first button on his shirt.

His deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to clasp the hand that was reaching for his collar.

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, and his slightly raised Adam's apple rolled up and down.

The unbuttoned collar opened slightly with the movement, which was inexplicably sexy.

"what are you doing?"

"Make sure you have no allergies anywhere else on your body."

She licked her lips with concern to suppress the strange emotions in her heart.

The palm clasping the wrist was a little ironed, looking at the rolling Adam's apple, resisting the urge to reach out and touch it.

"Little girl, do you know who a man will take off his clothes in front of?"

Mu Zhanchen's eyes were dark, and he stared at her intently, his hoarse voice only added to the sex appeal.

"It's not all off, it's just the shirt."

Caring felt that his throat was a little dry, and he began to miss the fish soup he hadn't tasted yet.

But his hand was held by Mu Zhanchen, seeing his seductive appearance, he couldn't say anything to make him let go.

Even if she let go, her legs couldn't move.

With a chuckle, Mu Zhanchen let go of her hand, leaned back, as if letting her handle her, "You take it off."

It was originally to confirm that there were no allergic erythema on his body. He said so, it was ambiguous to be dyed crimson for no reason.

Caring about the burning of the ears, he secretly scolded the male vixen in his heart.

Swallowing, maintaining a calm tone, he said confidently, "I don't want to move."

"Brother will help you."

With a chuckle, the tone of the exit was a bit seductive.

(End of this chapter)