Good evening, My flash marriage husband

It's more than an hour since Jiang Muye came to Meise from the low lane. As soon as he was seated at the front desk, an Xiaohe and Tang Xin entered the door.

In early spring, when the temperature was still very low, she was wearing a chiffon skirt and a thin coat. It was not like that she always wrapped herself into zongzi.

As she walked, she chatted with Tang Xin, laughing at Yan Yan. She seemed to be in a better mood.

Jiang Mu Ye's eyebrows frowned lightly. Does she really have someone she likes? You're here... Cheating?

An Xiaoxiao, who is walking, looks up at the bar and sees the figure he hasn't seen for a long time.

It's still a black leather coat with a silver half face mask. Leaning on the bar, it's very leisurely and comfortable, with only a few cold feelings on its lips.

Tang Xin has something to do and goes directly to the office. An Xiao goes straight to the bar. The man hooks her lips and says hello to her in a voice.

An Xiaoxiao directly cooked a cup of American style, handed it to him and asked, "what's your name, little brother?"

I've seen it several times, but I haven't asked my name. An Xiaoxiao thinks it's necessary to ask.

Jiang Muye was silent for a moment and replied, "amu."

An Xiaoxiao starts to mix fruit wine. Her movements are as smooth as water. She looks natural under the blurred light. Her lips are covered with a smile. Her skin is so beautiful.

Looking at Jiang Muye's heart, the cat scratched and itched. He pushed the coffee cup forward in front of him, with a faint tone: "give me a glass of wine."

That overbearing power appearance let an small lift Mou to see him a few more eyes, that kind of familiar feeling then more strengthen strong.

An Xiaoxiao put the fruit wine into the cup and poured it to him: "ah mu, do we know each other?"

Jiang Muye's action of holding the cup was a slight and irrefutable pause, and he said with an air of complacency: "now the way of chatting up is so old-fashioned?"

An Xiaoxiao

Ha ha, the ability to change the topic is the same as someone's.

Jiang Mu Ye's eyes crossed the crowd and looked in the direction of Lin Zheng. Sitting in the card seat not far away from him was Lao Ba, with a bald head and a simple black mask. It was not difficult to recognize him hidden in the crowd.

He doesn't look like he's waiting for someone. It seems that he's just coming to amuse himself.

Jiang Mu Ye stopped his sight and lowered his head to drink. He was soft in the mouth and had a strong aftertaste. This time, the wine was different from last time. It was a real cocktail.

He raised his hair, and now an Xiao was delivering the wine to his mouth. With his long arm extended, he took the cup and received it.

An small Leng frowns: "what are you doing?"

Jiang Muye answered coldly, "this wine is too strong."

After a moment's silence, he asked casually, "are you in a bad mood?"

An Xiaoxiao looks gloomy and nods silently.

Jiang Muye took a light look at her and continued to drink his wine.

An Xiaoxiao waited for a long time, but after that, she couldn't help saying, "why don't you ask me why I'm in a bad mood?"

"What's the matter with me?" he said

Ann small choked for a while, put out his hand in front of the wine into the trash can, tone hate said: "then you don't drink my wine!"

Jiang Mu Ye raised his eyes to look at her angry little look, feeling inexplicably bright, he led the corner of his lip: "OK, why not in a good mood."

Ann small ha ha two, fork waist, tone Ao Jiao: "close your ass matter!"

Jiang Muye: "women are so changeable!

He sighed slightly: "tell me, why are you in a bad mood?"

Ann opened her mouth and wanted to talk. Unfortunately, the noise around is not suitable for cultivating a bad mood.

Forget it, she waved: "it's OK."

Jiang Muye drank all the wine in his glass and looked at Lao BA's direction. Seeing nothing unusual, he got up and said to an: "go out and talk?"

Ann shook her head: "I'm not familiar with you..."

Jiang Muye raises eyebrows: "I'm afraid your husband will know?"

Oh! Ann small heard this instant burst of temper: "I want to go to the river to see the night."

Jiang Muye thought for a moment and nodded: "yes."

An Xiaoxiao still got on Jiang Muye's motorcycle, but he stubbornly refused to hold his waist. Jiang Muye had no choice but to say, "then come to the front. The speed is too fast. I'm afraid I'll throw you down."

Ann small very serious thought: "that's OK."

Life is precious, how to fight with Jiang Muye without it?

It was only when she really sat down that she realized that this posture seemed more ambiguous

Ann felt that he was leaning against a warm chest, and there was a faint smell of tobacco and a smell of perfume familiar to him.

She was a little sorry.

"That..."

But Jiang Muye didn't give her the chance to refute. He put the black safety helmet on her head and said in a low voice, "put your hands in front later."

"Eh?" Ann said she didn't understand.

Jiang Muye didn't explain to her. He took her hand in black leather gloves and put it on the handle in front of her

An Xiaoxiao: "Oh."

Once caught by him, an Xiaoxiao feels that he is playing with fire. If such a scene is seen by Jiang Muye, I am afraid I will die, right?

There was a sense of uneasiness in her heart that she had betrayed Jiang Muye, but when she thought of Jiang Muye saying that she was just a spare tire, Ann was full of resistance.

"Let's go, Amu!"

There was a clear call in her voice.

Jiang Muye hooked his lips: "hold it tight."

Anxiao nodded seriously. The car started quickly. A push on the back made Anxiao's heart beat faster. This was just the beginning.

It seems that a mu can't play so wantonly in his daily life. The motorcycle seems to have been enchanted in his hands. No matter it's a winding path or a spacious and smooth road, the speed is always in the range that makes an's heart beat faster.

Only this kind of all the way to stimulate and floating feeling let Ann small heartily, it seems that a cavity of depression are volatilized.

After getting out of the car, she took off her helmet and laid out the night scene of the river in front of her.

Shimmering water through the vertical and horizontal forest of high-rise buildings, a distant curved moon hanging on the top of the building, the United States is outrageous.

The dazzling neon can't hide the light of the moon. It can cage the river, the trees and the tourists

An Xiaoxiao climbs the wooden railings and takes a long breath, feeling beautiful: "the scenery is so beautiful."

Jiang Mu Ye leans on the motorcycle and lights a cigarette. He smokes a cigarette. In front of him is an Xiaoxiao's graceful figure, which is integrated with the wonderful night scene of the river. It looks like a delicate and unique ink painting.

An Xiaoxiao suddenly looks back, four eyes opposite, emotion surging, Jiang Muye choked by tobacco, cough a few.

An Xiaoxiao sneered and said, "you deserve it."

Jiang Muye put out the smoke, aimed at the garbage can three meters away, picked up the smoke and put it into the garbage can accurately.

He clapped his hands, trying to get rid of the lingering smell of tobacco in his hands, and said faintly, "come on, why are you in a bad mood?"