365 Days of Pampering: Baby, Marry Me

Looking at Xi junche's back, Mu ran sighed, "sure enough, disdain."

Then, he looked at the ugly looking paoge, "he thinks your people and things are too dirty. He doesn't want them. In this case, he will return them to you. As for your future" family affairs ", you can solve them by yourself. Also, remember, don't step on the boundary of setiao. You know the end will be miserable."

With that, he left a sentence for Baili, "release people," and he left with Xi junche.

Leave bubble elder brother a face of iron blue, oneself work hard for half a lifetime of have, unexpectedly be despised so far, he don't face green just strange.

Damned setiao, damned Xi junche, and the unknown one. One day, I will make you regret today's humiliation.

Mu ran Bai followed Xi Jun Che to the second floor and entered a room.

Similar to the presidential suite, not luxurious, but absolutely superior.

This is the room where Xi junche lives.

Mu ranbai sat down on the sofa as if he were at home.

Xi junche quickly poured a glass of wine and sat down on another sofa.

When he doesn't exist, he drinks by himself.

"Is that hospitality?" Mu ran white pick eyebrows.

Xi junche did not look at him, only the cold and heavy voice, "I didn't treat you as a guest."

Mu ran Bai listened, but he laughed.

If you don't treat him as a guest, but let him come in, it's like being your own person.

So he didn't mind standing up, went to pour himself a glass of wine, and then sat down in his original position.

So lazy leaning on the sofa, gently shaking the glass, he looked at Xi junche again, hooked the corner of his mouth, "so many years, you still haven't changed, or so cold, so cool."

Xi Jun Che is rare to glance at him, although that eye is still cold, without any emotion.

"You've changed a lot."

"Not bad."

Then there was silence. They drank wine respectively, and no one spoke again.

"Kowtow, kowtow, kowtow..."

There was a knock outside the door. It was very rhythmic. First, it was once, then twice, followed by three times. In addition to the two times in the middle, the other four times were heavier, and the speed was also different.

Only the people around Xi junche can understand this "secret code".

Xi junche didn't get up, just reached out and pressed the remote control, and the door automatically unlocked.

Then the door was pushed open from the outside.

Baili came in and stopped at muranbai.

"It's taken care of." He was brief.

"You'll talk to him later." Xi junche used a normal tone, without emotion.

Baili laughed a little and showed a little joy.

"I know." He whispered respectfully, and then said, "I'm out."

There are two people left, still silent.

Until the end of the drink, Mu ran Bai casually put the glass on the table, and then stood up.

Of course, he did not leave immediately, but looked at Xi junche, "so long no see, don't say something?"

"I don't think there's anything to say between us." Xi junche said in a deep voice.

Mu ran white smile, directly toward Xi Jun Che.

Until the person stood in front of him, Xi junche raised his eyes and looked down at his Muran white, still expressionless.

Mu ran Bai suddenly approached, one hand on the armrest of the sofa, looking at Xi junche with a high attitude similar to compulsion, with a cold face and no facial change from beginning to end.

Xi junche finally frowned, though not obviously.

That too handsome face, still like an iceberg in general, without emotional ups and downs.