The first favored marriage: Madam will not get divorced today

Chapter 6 Cleaning up by Hand
In her previous life, Xiang Wanqing tried her best to arrange her by her side, and staged a bitter drama in front of her, saying that this girl came from the countryside, could not read a few words, and could not find a job here.

In order to keep this girl, she had a big fight with Xiao Chenhan. At that time, she trusted her so much that she let her do whatever she wanted here.

But at this moment, Mu Xiaoxi wished she could shoot her.

Her eyes froze, she raised her wrist, and slammed the photo of her and Xiang Wanqing on the bedside table towards the door.

"Shut up!" The sound of the glass photo frame smashing and her cold voice came over at the same time.

There was a sudden silence outside the door.

She walked barefoot into the bathroom slowly, washed and tidied up, and then walked towards the cloakroom.

The dazzling array of clothes were all cut into tatters by her, and the rest were some extremely exaggerated and vulgar clothes.

Xiao Chenhan bought it for her, and she either tore it up or gave it to that bitch.

Fortunately, she usually has the habit of exercising, and she still has a few simple sweatshirts.

In the end, she chose a set of pure white sportswear with pink edges to wear on her body.

Perhaps she stayed in the bedroom for too long, and the unreasonable Lingling pushed the door open without permission.

The goal was the fragmented photo frame on the ground, which made her pupils shrink and she was taken aback.

She called softly: "Sister Xiaoxi?"

At this moment, Mu Xiaoxi came out of the cloakroom, and she raised her hand to gently brush her waist-length hair.

Seeing her natural and unadorned cheeks, Lingling swallowed unconsciously.

Her crystal clear skin seemed to be transparent, stunning and beautiful.

The Mu Xiaoxi I usually see is full of heavy makeup and disgusting whitewashed walls.

At this moment, her pure temperament is filled with a bit of aura, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as looking forward to her appearance, and her country is beautiful and heavenly.

No wonder even a national goddess like Xiang Wanqing would feel a natural pressure when she was with her. Mu Xiaoxi did have a soul-stirring charm.

Lingling was dazed for a few seconds before she said slightly: "Sister Xiaoxi, Mr. is still downstairs, you don't plan to go out like this, do you?"

"What's the matter, how can I go out and still have your turn to call?"

Mu Xiaoxi cast a leering glance at her, then walked past her with light steps and passed her sitting in front of the dressing table, gracefully smoothing her hair with a comb.

Seeing her attitude towards her like this, Lingling felt extremely angry, but on the surface she could only act politely.

She took a few steps forward, ready to explain.

But Mu Xiaoxi didn't give her a chance to speak. A pair of cold eyes raised slightly, looking at the pile of broken glass on the ground, and said coldly to her:

"Lingling, why don't you clean up the garbage on the ground? What are you doing here?"

Lingling tilted her head, followed her gaze, and lowered her head, "Okay, I'll get the cleaning tools."

"Stop! Clean up with your hands."

As soon as her words fell, the surrounding air seemed to seep into a thin layer of frost, and those cold eyes stared at her fiercely with a deadly chill.

Lingling was so frightened that she trembled all over, leaned over tremblingly, clenched her lower lip, her eyelids were still looking at Mu Xiaoxi for help.

She thought that Mu Xiaoxi was just joking with herself, no matter how mischievous she was, Mu Xiaoxi would try her best to help her.

However, in the next moment, Mu Xiaoxi walked up to her unhurriedly, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised, with a cold light in his eyes, overlooking the ant-like posture.

She raised her foot, stepped on it suddenly, and pressed her little hand fiercely on the broken glass, "Remember, clean it up with your hands."

(End of this chapter)