Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

Undoubtedly, tonight's Yang Mufan walked faster than ever, and he didn't care about her at all, and slowed down a little bit to wait for her.

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Mu Wanqing's four most intuitive feelings about black-r are: darkness, coldness, dead silence, and no breath.

Black doors, black walls, black floors, and black furniture, from the moment I followed Yang Mufan into the villa, as far as the eye can see, everything is cold and cold.

The further up the stairs, Mu Wanqing's slender willow eyebrows became more and more wrinkled.

She didn't understand why Admiral Fan built a villa with no other colors except black, and she didn't understand when he became so paranoid, such a madman only loved black.

Although, since he was a child, all the colors he likes are dark colors. Every time he buys clothes, it is either black or gray, but it has never been like this now, only black.

You know, gray is much whiter and more gorgeous than black.

It is said that what color a person likes can reflect the state of his inner world at that time and what kind of color it presents.

Every girl at a beautiful age like a flower has always liked bright and rich things. She is a person who has experienced it, so she knows it all too well.

In her world, when it was the most fantastic and gorgeous, her love for color was so hot that all her drinks had to be colorful.

For this, they were often scolded by Yang Mulin and Yang Mufan.

But now, after experiencing too much, the colors she likes are becoming less and less, darker and darker.

In the corridor on the third floor, the pure black wallpaper of excellent texture, against the background of the dim orange wall lamp, exudes a strange and evil aura that frightens the soul, and it is so black that it shines.

Mu Wanqing cautiously followed behind Yang Mufan, bit her lip, and looked up at him.

Looking at the man who was only one meter away from me, wearing a black suit, he was as tall, tall, upright, arrogant, and domineering as ever, exuding a kind of innate royal aura, but I don’t know why, maybe it’s the people around him. Everything was too dark, and she felt that the back view of Mi Fan was extremely lonely, gloomy and vicissitudes.

Her heart was stabbed fiercely and painfully: If a person is oppressed by the darkness for too long, he will be so desperate that he will suffocate.

At that moment, Mu Wanqing felt that she must be crazy, her behavior was completely out of the control of her brain: she rushed forward quickly, and the moment she slammed into the back of Yang Mifan, her slender arms wrapped around him skillfully and deftly. On her strong waist, she hugged him tightly from behind.

Obviously, Yang Mufan was shocked by Mu Wanqing's sudden action. He was stunned for a moment, and the moment he came back to his senses, he lowered his eyes to look at the little hands clasped around his waist, and instinctively restrained Ying. Jianmei.

With a hoarse magnetic voice, he shouted in a low voice: "Mu Wanqing..."

The muffled voice, the displeasure, was palpable.

As he said that, he reached out and was about to wrestle her hand away.

But Mu Wanqing stubbornly refused to let go, and instead used even greater strength to wrap her arms around him.

Her small face was pressed against his back, even though she was wearing a thick suit, she could still feel his warmth.

Mu Wanqing's choked up murmur, in the silent corridor, hoarse, soft, thin, begging: "Admiration Fan, don't push me away, admiration Fan..." Suddenly , I really want to hug you.