Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 372 Don't Get Hurt
When the policeman who answered the phone heard it, he immediately felt that this person was making a report indiscriminately.

"Ma'am, please describe in detail what happened."

"Passing by, I came out of the bedroom and saw him sitting in the living room of my house, he was so wretched that I don't know what he was doing!"

Police Shu Mi: "..."

Qian Mengmeng was speechless, and immediately walked over and snatched her phone and cut it off, "Ruan Ruan, don't waste the police force."

Du Ruan gritted his teeth and glared at her, "Why do you let everyone in?"

Qian Mengmeng looked back at Jing Chen, "He is Jing Chen's male god, not some messy person."

Du Ruan: "..."

On the sofa, there was a low laugh, with a pleasant voice.

Du Ruan was angry, but it was hard to continue to show it.

Taking a few deep breaths, suppressing all kinds of unpleasant thoughts about that article in my heart, I turned around and walked to the dining table to wait for dinner.

But who knows, Qian Mengmeng didn't bring out anything, instead she said, "Ruan Ruan, big brother will pick me up later, I won't be home for dinner, I made you some soup, you can serve it yourself what."

After saying that, she took off her apron, hung it in the kitchen, turned around and went back to the bedroom, took her small bag and went out.

When Du Ruan saw it, he immediately stood up from the chair, "You're gone, what about this man?"

Qian Mengmeng was puzzled, looked at Du Ruan, then at Jingchen, with an innocent face, "He's here to look for you, it has nothing to do with me."

Du Ruan: "..."

The doorbell rang, Qian Mengmeng's eyes lit up, and she ran out without looking at her, "Big brother is here."

Standing where he was, with his eyelids raised several times, Du Ruan almost vomited blood.

But, that's her stupid girl, what can she say.

As a result, she could only watch Qian Mengmeng open the door, rush to Song Huaijin's arms, and then the two left together.

The door was closed from the outside to the inside.

In the room, Du Ruan and Jing Chen were left.

Seeing Jing Chen on the sofa with his head bowed and giggling, Du Ruan rolled his eyes, chose to ignore him, and went straight to the kitchen.

She is very hungry, and in a hungry state, she is also very powerless.

Holding a bowl to fill a bowl of soup, Du Ruan absently put down the spoon and served it with his hands.

However, the soup just made was very hot, and the heat penetrated the white porcelain bowl within a few seconds. Du Ruan's fingers trembled, and with a bang, the bowl holding the hot soup fell to the ground unexpectedly, splashing The hot soup from the soup scalded her feet directly.

"Ah! Hiss!" With a scream, Du Ruan immediately bent down to pick up the broken bowls on the ground.

"Don't move!" A low but stern voice sounded from outside the door.

In the next second, a tall and straight figure walked over, bent down, and picked up the broken bowl pieces before her.

"This thing is very sharp. It won't be good if it is scratched." Jing Chen said, and then looked at her burned feet, "Tsk, it's burnt."

"You, be careful..." Suddenly, there was a muffled sound from above.

"Huh?" Jing Chen raised his head in confusion.

Du Ruan covered the hem of her skirt, blushing and turning her head away, "You are an entertainer, and you still play the piano, so don't hurt your fingers."

Eyebrows raised, Jing Chen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled with his lips hooked, "Then you still have to rely on your hands to make money, isn't it more important? Anyway, I rely on my face to make money, it doesn't matter."

"If you can't get along for a few years with your face, sooner or later there will be a little fresh meat to replace you."

"It's okay, my wife really hates fresh meat, and I don't feel any pressure at all."

(End of this chapter)