Third Master, your wife is tearing up the scum again

Chapter 1030 This Is My Bedroom
Ren Jiaoyang carefully looked around the furnishings in the room, but as she became more sober, the panic in her heart became more intense and obvious.

So much so that her heart was beating non-stop, even through the entire chest, she could clearly hear her chaotic heartbeat.

Ren Jiaoyang is not stupid, as long as he glances lightly, he can know this room, which is obviously a man's bedroom.

But the man's bedroom, how could she sleep in the man's bedroom?
Moreover, the breath in her nostrils seemed familiar, strange but not disgusting to her.

It even felt a little reassuring to her.

Ren Jiaoyang only felt that her scalp was numb, her hands and feet were cold, a gust of panic started from her heart, and then along her blood, slowly crawled to every part of her body. corner.

Ren Jiaoyang held on to the last glimmer of hope, bit her lips tightly, and used the slight tingling sensation at the corner of her lips to force her to calm down.

Lowering her head, she pulled back the quilt and took a look at herself.

Ren Jiaoyang looked at the men's home clothes she hung on her body, and the only reason and calmness left in her heart, at this moment, all collapsed.

Ren Jiaoyang felt that her life was completely over, completely over, and even an evil thought popped out of her mind.

However, before this thought was settled in her mind, the door of her bedroom was suddenly pushed open, and then there was a sound of footsteps.

As the footsteps became clearer and heavier, Ren Jiaoyang's heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Ren Jiaoyang stared in the direction of the bedroom door in horror. At this second, a hundred possibilities had flashed through her mind, and even the thought of dying together had already come to an end.

However, that familiar figure unexpectedly ran into her sight in the next second.

The second after Si Yiyang appeared, Ren Jiaoyang inexplicably felt less scared, and even had a kind of peace of mind that made her feel ashamed.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, even the tense nerves and high tension were relieved.

But the voice that he spoke still had an obvious vibrato: "You, you, why are you here?"

Si Yiyang curled the corner of his lips, and sneered lightly, speaking in a sarcastic tone: "Should I ask you this question?"

Ren Jiaoyang stared blankly at Si Yiyang, and said "Huh?" for some reason.

Si Yiyang bent over and sat on the sofa in the side hall of the bedroom, with one leg crossed over the other, leaning lazily on the sofa back chair.

With a cold tone, he opened his mouth: "This is my home, you are sleeping in my bed, and this room is also my bedroom."

"If you want to ask, I should also ask you, why did you appear on my bed?"

Ren Jiaoyang pouted guiltily, and muttered in a dissatisfied low voice: "Why are you talking so ambiguously, what do you mean I'm sleeping on your bed, I'm drunk, how do I know?"

"It wasn't you who moved me here, how could I sleep in your bed?"

Ren Jiaoyang's voice was so soft that Si Yiyang couldn't hear what she said at all, but he still knew that she must have said nothing good.

(End of this chapter)