dew marriage

Chapter 1 How did you become Mrs. He?
That night.

Mu Jiao angrily threw all the things on the table to the ground, and snapped: "I don't agree! I don't want to get married!"

She had never been so angry before, and the commanding heights of her emotions were ignited by this man's few words.

The man was sitting on the chair, leaning against the back of the chair, leaning on the armrest with one hand, under his handsome and impeccable face, there was a calm look, and his eyes as cold as the moon lightly swept towards Mu Jiao.

He didn't speak, but he still exuded a strong aura around him.

The depressed Mu Jiao took a deep breath and emphasized again: "I said I would not marry you, I didn't do that."

"You killed someone."

Mu Jiao lowered his eyes, and clenched his slender hands into fists: "I said I didn't do it, it wasn't me."

A man's patience is limited, and he has given her many opportunities.

As soon as Mu Jiao finished speaking, the man stretched out his long arms to hold her wrist and pulled her onto his lap, then ignored Mu Jiao's resistance, picked her up and threw her on the bed.

"What are you doing, let me go!" Mu Jiao protested loudly, but the man pressed her under him, pinched her delicate face, lifted up her skirt, and entered regardless...

A piercing bell rang, and Mu Jiao opened his eyes suddenly, his body tensed for a few seconds, realizing that it was just a dream, he turned over and reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table.

"Hello?" She got up and leaned against the head of the bed, raised her hand and rubbed between her eyebrows.

"Young Mistress, Madam reminds you to go to the Central Hospital for a physical examination at ten o'clock today."

As the butler said politely, Mu Jiao raised his cold eyes to look at the time, and at nine o'clock, he responded lightly and hung up the phone.

After washing up, she was still wearing a silk nightdress and a knitted cardigan, and went downstairs calmly, preparing to make a cup of coffee for herself.

Such things as physical examinations happen almost every month, and she doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, it's just a matter of habit.

As soon as she reached the first floor, the sweet and deadly voice continuously reached her ears.

"Akai, I want to go to Cuixiangju to eat their dragon beard noodles at noon, can you accompany me?"

Wen Qianqian's voice was soft and gentle, as if she could pinch water.

Looking at it from Mu Jiao's angle, He Yankai was holding her with one arm, and his slender and well-knit hands were stroking her hair one after another, as intimate as a couple in love.

Mu Jiao's mood sank, but there was no disturbance on his calm face.

He only heard his low voice like a cello: "Okay, I'll accompany you."

He has always been reticent, his voice is always cold, and Dudu is always so gentle and affectionate towards Wen Qianqian.

Wen Qianqian is very happy, I have to say that this woman has a very attractive face, her eyes always seem to be innocent, and her face is innocent, such a woman always makes men feel distressed, loved, and flocked to.

Mu Jiao glanced indifferently, and just met her gaze, and she curled the corner of her lower lip almost imperceptibly, and said softly: "Jiaojiao, let's go together at noon, don't you also like eating dragon beard noodles the most? .”

He Yankai didn't move, and played with Wen Qianqian's hair intentionally or unintentionally with one hand. Mu Jiao couldn't see his expression clearly at this time, but she still walked over calmly.

Skillfully and gracefully, he made coffee for himself, took a sip from the mug, and said in a calm voice, "Let's eat the dragon beard noodles next time."

She looked at He Yankai indifferently, met He Yankai's handsome face, and said word by word: "Your mother wants us to go for a medical examination, and there is still half an hour before the appointment time."

It was obvious that Wen Qianqian's face changed, she sat up straight, lowered her eyes, and said as if she had made a mistake: "Jiaojiao, I didn't know you were going to check, I'm sorry."

Timid and careful, as if Mu Jiao had done her a great sin.

Mu Jiao frowned imperceptibly, and was about to ignore it and go upstairs, the matter was explained, what He Yankai did was his business, it had nothing to do with her.

But just as she was about to leave, He Yankai suddenly spoke and ordered coldly, "Stop."

Concise yet undeniable.

Mu Jiao raised his eyebrows: "Why..." Before he finished speaking, He Yankai threw the things in his hand onto the coffee table with a snap.

She didn't pay attention to it before, but now she looked over and her heart sank.

There were photos scattered on the coffee table. In the photos, she was hanging shoulder to shoulder with a wealthy businessman, acting in an ambiguous manner, and it was she, Mu Jiao, who was pushing a cup and changing a cup.

Looking at the scene, it seems to be the charity dinner two days ago. She was invited as a representative of the group to have a drink with old acquaintances.

Mu Jiao pursed the corners of his lips tightly and remained cold and silent. He Yankai's sharp-edged face was stained with a cold color, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Is this how you treat Mrs. He?"

Word by word, clearly reprimanded, the surrounding atmosphere instantly became frozen, as if frozen by the cold.

Mu Jiao was silent for a while, then smiled to himself: "Mr. He is joking? How can I be Mrs. He, you don't know?"

(End of this chapter)