Dear, Go Home With Me

On the other side of the microphone, Xiang Jinxing's sword eyebrows are slightly frowning. Few people know his private mobile phone number, which is so strange that it should be a harassment call.

Without much thought, he blacked the number, twisted his eyebrows, and walked back to the bedroom.

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on the next day, a ribbon of gold rolling out of the sky, and the light golden sun pierced the clouds and spread the earth.

Milly came down from the upstairs and saw Jiang Xia sitting in the dining room. When she walked in, her eyes were swollen and blue, just like being beaten.

Milly was startled by her appearance. She was distressed and concerned: "what's the matter? It's all over my mind. "

A voice suddenly appeared behind. Jiang Xia's heart beat and her face turned white.

I spent several days planning a "drunken incident". I didn't expect that Jiang Nuan's reputation was not damaged last night. Instead, she put her reputation into it. Could she not be angry or worried?

He shook his head, then hesitated and said, "Mom, do you think Jiang Nuan changed last night, like a stranger?"

Seems to be like a person like, strange to let her some fear, especially that pair of cold eyes, such as insight into everything, let oneself dare not look directly at.

This is not the former obedient Jiang Nuan.

Milly sat beside her and wrapped Jiang Xia's hand in her own. Although she was confused, she still comforted her, "don't think too much about it. No matter how Jiang Nuan changes, it's still Jiang Nuan. It's impossible for someone to pretend that you were impetuous last night."

Jiang Xia bit her lower lip and kept silent. Last night she was really irritable.

Over the years, she has been used to stirring up dissension between Jiang Wen and his father, so smooth that she dared to call the police last night.

Eyes turned, she seems to have figured it out again, last night's plot failed, Jiang Nuan must be angry with himself, and then become so strange, competing with himself.

Yes, it must be.

Milly quickly glanced around the dining room. When she saw no one, she dared to lower her voice and said, "if you don't want to rely on other people's breath in the future, you should bear it now, flatter your father, continue to control Jiang Nuan, and let her stand on the same front with you."

Thinking of the future, Jiang Xia was in a good mood. She took a mouthful of fresh air and nodded heavily, "don't worry, I won't act rashly in the future."

Jiang Nuan repaired these two green teas a little last night. He was in a good mood and naturally slept well last night. His face was radiant, and it was no more beautiful than xiaohuadan on the screen.

As soon as I went downstairs, I heard words like "please, United Front" and so on. Then I looked at the two mothers and daughters in the dining room, and suddenly I understood.

She's not in a hurry to know what they're talking about. It's no good. She'll have to be careful when she sees the moves.

At dinner, Jiang Xia saw Jiang Nuan wearing a blue and white school uniform down, or was severely surprised.

Mingming is the same school uniform as before, but why does she feel that today's Jiang Nuan has more temperament recognition than before.

Noble and alienated, elegant and immortal temperament.

Jiang Xia's hand with chopsticks is slightly tightened, and her drooping eyelashes cover most of her envious eyes. She can't learn this kind of temperament. Can she not be envious?