Don’t Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

Correspondingly, once loved, it is impossible to say that I don’t care or don’t care...

Wen Muyan's eyelids fell and his thin lips moved, "Let's see first, I still have some things to do."

Yuan Yao glanced at him and nodded.

Wen Muyan went upstairs.

Qi Chang's figure stopped at the corner of the railing on the second floor, looking at Yuan Yao who was sitting motionless on the sofa, the bitterness in her eyes was undisguised.

He knew that Yuan Yao's remark just now must have been unintentional, and she didn't have so much thoughts about what she wanted to express to him.

Every day she is by her side, always in the attitude that I have no worries about food and clothing, the little guy is healthy, and the world is peaceful.

But since returning to China, he gradually realized that such Yuan Yao is not the real Yuan Yao.

She can completely let go of herself in front of others unconsciously.

But you can also have things you can't talk about.

In the remarks just now, although she was just talking about the matter, she also revealed some of the most helpless things she held in her heart.

Why is it helpless...

Wen Muyan twitched the corners of his lips, turned and entered the study.

As soon as she has time, she pesters herself to watch SpongeBob SquarePants, so naive pediatric cartoons at first glance, some of the things in it, always make people feel like they are waking up from a big dream.

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Welsh Manor.

In the study room, a small figure sits on the sofa, black hair is thick and soft, the skin is white as jade, that immature face, the facial features are exquisite and beautiful, and the black eyes are very bright. In the bright study room, also I feel unique and shining.

Of course, that pink, tender and lovely face, with a blank expression on his face, only gave birth to a little mature and steady that was somewhat different from his age, as well as a gentleman's breath that had long lived in the British aristocracy.

She is holding a tablet in her hand, and her small fingers are moving quickly on it.

After all, it’s a child, and it’s a music button game on the screen, which increases the speed because of the difficulty of the song.

The rhythm of the music is fast, the fingers of the fleshy pink little hands lifted and fell, dazzled, and even brought out phantoms, but those bright eyes were still indifferent, without a trace of waves.

At the end of the song, looking at the allcombo on the screen, and ranking first, the little guy's thin lips tightly twitched gently.

Then he quit the game, jumped off the sofa, walked to the two blond maids guarding the door, and handed them the tablet.

"for you all!"

There was no fluctuation in the immature voice.

The two maids glanced at each other and took the tablet over. Seeing the first place result, the two were dumbfounded!

"My God, first place..."

Another maid covered her mouth, "The two of us are working together and have been trapped for a week...Little Master, you are so awesome!"

Yuan Wenqian raised his eyes and glanced at them. Although his expression was still faint, his dark eyes slid to the corner of his eyes, making an expression of contempt for no reason, and then turned around and ignored them.

The video communicator on the desk suddenly rang at this moment. Wen Qian took a look and walked over to connect.

The three-dimensional light on the bookshelf near the bookshelf instantly lights up and is projected onto the white background wall directly in front.

"I know you must be hiding in the study at this time."

The screen shows Wen Muyan's gentle and handsome face.

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