Fiancé is domineering

Chapter 93 No, I Have a Fiancee? ! 05
Now after listening to his answer, I started to feel conflicted again. Obviously, he didn't like me much.

That's right, we haven't known each other very long, and I don't like him very much.

It doesn't matter, just treat it as companionship.

"I see, let's drive." I said.

Mu Yingmo didn't say anything, and continued to drive.

I looked at him, and suddenly thought of him just now, who obviously opened his mouth to say something very seriously, but didn't understand why he suddenly closed his mouth again, and finally said those three words casually.

I don't understand what is going on in his mind.

The car was too stuffy, so I chatted casually, "It turns out that 'second-hand' boyfriends are better than 'first-hand' ones. Tell me, is it better for my husband to be second-hand too?"

After hearing this, Mu Yingmo's expression darkened again.

"Hey..." I smiled at him, "If you get married again, it's second-hand."

I knew that this cold joke was not good at all, and it was very bad. I thought that a certain man next to me would be displeased, but it turned out to be beyond my imagination. Not only was he not displeased, but the corners of his lips were raised.

The first time I saw him smile, although it was just a simple and shallow lip lift, it felt good, and I was a little fascinated by it.

Mu Yingmo probably sensed that I was staring at him, so he pursed his lips tightly and even frowned slightly.

"Hey, to be honest, the way you frown is so cute." I couldn't help jumping out this sentence, it's really cute, I used to think he was too domineering, too pushy, so I didn't appreciate it, today I took a closer look , that handsome face is wrinkled, it's really cute, the kind that makes people like it just by looking at it.

After listening to my words, he frowned even tighter, but he couldn't feel the slightest displeasure.

This guy obviously likes to listen to it, but he deliberately pretends not to like it. He really likes to pretend to be cool.
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After dinner, it was past eight o'clock when I got home. I had called back before, so Mrs. Wen didn't wait for me, and went to do her own thing, not at home.

I took a shower and lay on the bed, hugging the soft pillow and staring at the ceiling in a daze. Thinking of the way Mu Yingmo frowned just now in the car, I couldn't help laughing out loud.

(End of this chapter)