Runaway wife is very charming

Chapter 156 Why Don't You Want To Sit With Me?
The woman's scarred face appeared in front of him... He admitted that his heart hurts, and his heart hurts so badly!
But why can't the damn woman face it... But... there will always be an adaptation period, isn't there?
Aunt Liu just ordered the servant to have lunch, but at this moment she saw the man sitting on the sofa, and she was a little stunned for a moment.

Master... Come back for dinner?The young master never came back in the morning before...

"Master...you this morning...?" In order to make sure, Aunt Liu hesitated and went over to ask.

"At home." Yan Junchen dropped the two words lightly, just at this moment the phone rang, and Aunt Liu ran out of the kitchen when she saw this. It was also a good thing that the young master was able to come back for lunch.

"What's the matter?" Yan Junchen's clear voice was still the same cold and formulaic inquiry through the phone.

"Young Master..." The two bodyguards glanced at Mu Kexia who was still in a coma hesitantly, and said after deliberating, "Miss Mu...is now in a coma...Excuse me...?"

Yan Junchen raised the corners of his lips coldly, "You know...why are you still asking for my opinion?"

"Yes, yes." The two bodyguards nodded hastily, "We know...send her to Africa as a military prostitute."

Yan Junchen is undoubtedly indifferent, his bottom line is that no one can touch it, once touched - there is no chance of regret.

His behavior is so sinister, he is as indifferent as Satan in hell.Cruel and cold.

It's just...in these short few days...his bottom line has become, Wen Qingruo?

The corners of the cold and affectionate lips suddenly curled up, adding a softness to his face.

Wen Qingruo deliberately lingered upstairs for a long time, and even read a book upstairs on purpose for a while, but the maid's knock on the door reminded her:
What should come is still coming... She can't hide, she should always face it, right?
After tidying herself up slightly, Wen Qingruo deliberately went downstairs very slowly - she didn't know why she wanted to avoid it?

Downstairs, a man is sitting on the sofa, with his legs crossed, a notebook resting on his lap, his chin resting on one hand, and the other hand typing on the keyboard from time to time. His hands have fair skin and slender finger bones. .

The sun just cast a golden warm halo on his handsome face.

With his high nose bridge, slender and thick eyelashes, and slightly drooping eyelashes, Wen Qingruo knew that he was dealing with work.

"Come down? Let's eat." He found her presence without looking up, raised his hand and turned off the computer before getting up.

His slender and straight figure is just right, with a V-neck white home shirt and light brown trousers, he is handsome like a prince.

Wen Qingruo quickly withdrew her gaze, and walked towards the dining table with a muffled answer.

Damn... what was I looking at just now... Prince?Ah bah bah, how could a scumbag like him fit this term?
Yan Junchen looked at Wen Qingruo's back as she turned and left. In fact, sometimes...it feels good to have a wife.

Wen Qingruo sat next to him on the right, Yan Junchen sat in the first place, subconsciously moving away from him.

"Why don't you want to sit with me?" He pursed his lips, his eyes darkened.

"No." Wen Qingruo replied quickly, with a few strands of long hair hanging down on both sides, slightly curly and chestnut.

Her side face is elegant and indifferent, and her fair neck is slender. As expected of a person who has learned ballet dance, she is as noble and temperamental as a white swan.

His gaze was scorching hot, Wen Qingruo felt a little unnatural, and took a few deep breaths, the atmosphere at the table was a little weird.

(End of this chapter)