Good evening, My flash marriage husband

In the gym, all kinds of fitness equipment are available.

All around the huge landing window, surrounded by green bamboo, bamboo shadow whirling, cold winter weather is full of spring.

Jiang Muye is stretching his arms with the arm strength device. He is wearing a tight grey sportswear. With his movements, his abdominal muscles, chest muscles, biceps brachii and other muscles are perfectly displayed.

Ann's little heart suddenly surged, and her heart beat and beat disorderly.

If you are so handsome, what do you want?

At the same time, she felt regret at the bottom of her heart. If his legs were healthy, the person would be perfect!

However, if he is flexible, I'm afraid he and I will not have any contact.

After all, there are a lot of celebrities waiting to be selected when he nods.

See an small stand still, Jiang Mu Ye stopped action: "come here."

An Xiaoguai went over: "Muye."

"Well." Jiang Muye pointed to the towel on the treadmill beside him: "give it to me."

Ann small took to pass in the past, the eye light swept the treadmill, there are a little sweat on it.

"Muye, did you run?" Ann exclaimed.

Jiang Mu Ye looked at her calmly: "do you think so?"

Ann pursed her lips: "Oh."

"What do you think?" Jiang Mu Ye's slender fingers took up the towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

An Xiaoxiao also felt that she was crazy just now, but there was a more crazy idea growing wantonly in her mind. She bent down and looked directly into Jiang Muye's eyes and asked.

"Muye, are you really healthy, and then you pretend to be disabled because of some unspeakable reasons?"

In Jiang Muye's deep and cold eyes, an Xiaoxiao saw his reflection. In addition, it was endless calm and desolation.

Looking at an Xiaoxiao's face, she warmed up first.

Within a short distance, a man's long eyelashes move back and forth with the blink of an eye, like flowing feathers, which set off a ripple in an's heart

She couldn't help licking her lips.

After an Xiaoxiao asked that sentence, Jiang Muye's heart beat quickly, and then quickly recovered.

As far as I can see, she has a lovely white face. Her bright eyes are full of mischief. Her thin lips are bright and attractive.

Just as she was about to get up, Jiang Mu Ye's hand went around her neck, his fingers pushed hard, and their lips stuck together

Ann's little head went blank.

The man's lips are very soft, the smell on his body is very good, and there is a little smile in his deep eyes

Ambiguity continues to ferment in the space. Ann blushes and heartbeats. She is at a loss.

"Dudu..."

The shaking of mobile phone breaks the silence in the room. Jiang Muye releases his hand. An's little eyes blink. His scarlet cheeks are reflected in Jiang Muye's eyes.

He picked his eyebrows: "what do you think, answer the phone."

An Xiaohui said, "Oh!"

Yu Lin called and asked her when she was home. An Xiao looked at Jiang Muye. He was leaning on the wheelchair with a comfortable look.

"Mom asked when to go back?" Ann asked for his advice.

"Start after breakfast." The corner of his lips was crooked, and there was a small smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

Hang up the phone, looking at the front of the chiolan Yushu like Jun Lang man, an Xiaoxiao smile.

Jiang Mu Ye looked at her and said, "what are you laughing at?"

Ann came to push his wheelchair and said, "that's good."

Jiang Mu ye put her words into his ears, and his lips gently hooked, his heart inexplicably wanton.