Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

See hang Yun if don't speak, two people deadlocked, Mu Jingyang hook lip smile: "I still hold you down!"

Mu Jingyang's slender arm stretched out toward hang YunRuo. He was so angry that hang YunRuo pushed his hand away and quickly got up and got off the car.

The door behind her was gently thrown up by Mu Jingyang. She stood in the same place and looked at the house in front of her. This villa was a mountain villa built by Mu Jingyang to make her feel at ease in painting.

It's a pity that full of love, finally turned into endless harm.

Hang YunRuo closed his eyes and turned to look at Mu Jingyang. His voice was cold and full of hostility: "Mu Jingyang, if you want to use a house to evoke any memory, I advise you to save it! You bring me memories hurt far more than care, I hate you!! Hate for many years, will not change in the future! "

Hang YunRuo said more and more excitedly, holding his palm tightly, almost embedding his nails into the meat, pinching his palm to bleed.

Her body trembled slightly, and a strong sense of discomfort poured out of her heart and quickly spread all over her.

"YunRuo..." Mu Jingyang's eyes flashed a trace of pain, and his palm was slightly curled up. He wanted to reach out to touch her, but he never had the courage.

Mu Jingyang closed his eyes, and his lips moved back and forth in a low voice: "I won't force you to do anything. You will drink with me. After this meal, the portrait right will be cancelled."

Hang YunRuo knows that Mu Jingyang is trying to stay with her for a while in this way, but she has no right to refuse.

She bit her lip and showed a firm look on her pale face. She began to negotiate with Mu Jingyang: "after drinking this wine, you can't bother me again. We are strangers from the end of the world, and we have nothing to do with each other. "

"I can't promise you that. I have the right to pursue you."

"But I also have the right to refuse..." hang YunRuo's voice is getting smaller and smaller. It's ridiculous to think about it. When did she have the right to refuse in front of Mu Jingyang? Mu Jingyang came back and forth in her world. She never had the chance to refuse.

If he wants her to go, she has to go. He wants her to come back. If she doesn't want to come back, she will be bound by him. As it is now, being brought here by him has no right to refuse.

Hang YunRuo stares at Mu Jingyang, and her red eyes show her anger.

Hang YunRuo is like a wounded animal, angry and dangerous, but not strong enough.

Mu Jingyang's slender legs pulled open, went to the door of the villa, opened the door, looked back at hang YunRuo, low voice, no mood, but tried to hide the taste of heartache: "come first."

Hang YunRuo took a deep breath, shrugged her shoulders and walked into the room she never wanted to set foot in again.

"Come on, have a drink." As soon as he entered the room, the serious faced Mu Jingyang seemed to be gone again. His shallow voice was full of rising tone, full of evil and ambiguous flavor.

Hang YunRuo gave a sneer. She lifted the goblet with her white fingers. The red wine flowed in the goblet. She drank it with her head up. She controlled the goblet towards Mu Jingyang.

"In such a hurry?" Mu Jingyang raised his eyebrows with a deep smile, sipped his glass and drank it in one gulp. Then he learned hang YunRuo's posture and raised his glass to her.

Hang YunRuo seems to have a cavity of melancholy. Every drop in her memory has turned into endless harm, which makes her feel painful. Only alcohol can paralyze her nerves.

She drank cup by cup, completely forgetting that she was in Mu Jingyang's territory, which was a very dangerous thing.

She began to be dizzy, dizzy, and the world began to rotate in her world. Hang YunRuo staggered up, but fell heavily in Mu Jingyang's arms.

Mu Jingyang held the woman in his arms, his thin lips slightly pursed, and his slender fingers brushed her white face and black hair temples. He closed his eyes and whispered in a low voice, as if to hang YunRuo: "I'm sorry... You've suffered so much. No more, no one can hurt you, no one can hurt you.... ".

Mu Jingyang's eyes are deep. His dark eyes are staring at the woman in his arms for a moment. His clear and handsome face is slightly low. His sexy thin lips gently imprint a mark on the woman's forehead. He is affectionate and affectionate, like telling endless thoughts.

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Two hours later, it's in the presidential suite of the Grand Hotel Downtown.

"Mu Jingyang!! Are you worthy of my daughter In the hotel, an old and huge roar wakes up hang YunRuo, who is still sleeping. Hang YunRuo holds her head, shakes it slightly, and sits up slowly. Her head aches. What's the place here? It's noisy, as if there are a lot of people.

He opened his eyes in a daze. The sight scared hang YunRuo to take a breath of cold air. Holding her forehead, she felt more dizzy and almost fell down again.

A room full of people gathered around here, and several of them stabbed hang YunRuo's eyes. It was the Mu family, who had hurt her, wronged her and persecuted her.

And Xiang Xinci, the roaring old man, seems to be Xiang Xinci's father?!

The strangest thing is how many journalists? Holding the flash, he kept snapping, and Mu Jingyang didn't stop him.

Hang YunRuo subconsciously shrinks and buries himself deeper in the quilt.

Hang YunRuo's dress is a long nightgown, covered by a quilt. There is no trace of exposure, but it is more imaginative to block it so tightly.

Roaring at his father, he turned red with anger. No wonder he was angry with the beautiful scenery.

Mu Jingyang's upper body is bare, and his figure of inverted triangle is perfect. His strong back knot is like a wall in front of hang YunRuo.

On his handsome face, he had no scruples. His sword eyebrows were slightly picked, and his cold laughter spread freely: "what's right? I'm sorry, I've never had anything with xiangxinci. What I've always liked is YunRuo. The engagement with xiangxinci is just wishful thinking at home. We haven't even held an engagement ceremony."

The cold voice didn't take the slightest temperature, and the arrogant tone was totally arrogant.

Mu Jingyang's explanation made Xiang's father and daughter extremely embarrassed.

Xiang Xinci clenched her hands tightly, biting her lips, and almost tried her best to restrain her forbearance: "Jingyang, it's a man who can't avoid making mistakes, and I don't blame you. You don't have to talk like this. If you make a scene, I still won't care."

"Shut up!" Xiang Xinci's words completely made Xiang father hysterical, "how did I give birth to such a useless daughter as you. Mu Jingyang, you must give me an explanation today, when I bully my family? "