Chief husband, strong love!

The eyes were dark and calm, and the lips were tight.

When Mu Zhao deliberately angered them, although she didn't explain, her face was still very angry.

Until Mu Beishen spoke to her, the fluctuation of her look slowly tended to be gentle, calm and even indifferent.

Only when she really touched her inner emotions could she be so calm, as if she could not even feel happy, angry, sad or happy.

He actually knew her better than she thought.

Not explaining is not admitting.

On the contrary, if it were true, she wouldn't be silent.

She will recognize what she does.

But what she didn't do doesn't necessarily explain.

She doesn't care about so many prejudices and misunderstandings about her, and never tries to correct her misjudgment with words.

She is just her. She does what she should do. The views of others have never been her purpose.

For those who misunderstood her, she didn't want to talk to them more than to correct them.

Su Yan saw him come in and relax. She pulled down her clothes and hesitated, "what do you want to drink?"

"I'm not here for tea."

“……”

She didn't know for a moment what to say about what had just happened.

Especially ink tilt seems to turn a blind eye.

But the man just glanced at her and said, "go and change your clothes."

"Oh."

Su Yan passed by just now. In fact, there was a bit of downtime in his mind.

It seems that there is not so much to explain and explain clearly.

Especially for Jun Lan's excitement, she also knows that it's useless to say anything.

But she was so quiet about Mo Qing that she didn't even intend to say anything about what happened just now. Instead, she had the seed to say something.

Just change your clothes.

Let her slow down a little by changing her clothes.

When she went into the bedroom and changed her clothes, she didn't see anyone on the sofa.

When she reached the dining room, her face froze.

Mo Qing stood at the balcony door.

And there's a trash can at the balcony door.

In the trash can is the suit he lent her yesterday

Su Yangang's gentle mood suddenly felt that he wanted to get into the ground crack.

He saw everything he didn't want to see today.

"That..." Su Yan pressed his forehead and said, "I didn't throw it..."

Mo tilted down his eyes and looked at the clothes thrown into the dustbin. His thin lips moved, "Mu Beishen threw them."

“……”

Of course, it is impossible for Su Yan to pick up his clothes.

But there's always something to compensate.

Thinking of the price of his clothes, she thought, "I guess you don't care much about compensation... But when it's time to retire?"

Mo Qing turned his head, looked at her thinking expression and said lightly, "even if Mu Beishen threw it, you don't have any responsibility? Do you think it's unnecessary to compensate according to the price?"

Su Yan up to now, although he eats well and lives well, he hasn't spent a cent on the hospitalization expenses of the hospital.

But she didn't get a penny of her salary.

She can't use his money to pay for his clothes.

And she didn't expect that at this time, he didn't understand what had just happened, he would drill the tip of an ox horn and ask her to compensate according to the price.

"... still have to pay?"

Mo Qing narrowed his eyes, "so you don't intend to compensate?"

Naturally, for her, she was more willing to discuss how to compensate for the clothes than to explain the grievance just now.

"Just compensate. I'll give it to you when I have money."

"I want clothes, not money." As like as two peas, she said, "what time did you get your salary and buy the exact same one?"