"Finally admit it!"

Joanne has a look of "you've finally told the truth".

"Why are you so angry?"

Joanne was stunned. Why couldn't she be angry?

He's her bodyguard, okay? He's a 24-hour bodyguard. Why can't she be angry when he leaves selfishly?

"You care, don't you?" Mu Jingxi held her chin in one hand and rubbed her fingers on her smooth skin.

Care?

Joanne laughed twice. "Don't be amorous. Who cares. I tell you, don't be amorous. Even if you love me to death, I won't like you. "

The last word, the voice falls.

Air, instant solidification.

The atmosphere became strange.

Mu Jingxi's deep cold eyes, deeply coagulated her, were urgently stared at by the sharp eyes that seemed to have insight into the hearts of the people. Qiao'an didn't open his face and broke off his hand.

Mu Jingxi turned around and went back to the second bedroom.

Boom!

The sound of slamming the door shook the sky.

Joan sat down, picked up the chopsticks to eat, ate a few mouthfuls, and fell the chopsticks, "what dish? It's terrible!"

She stormed back to the bedroom and threw the door.

It's harder and louder than Mu Jingxi.

It's just slamming the door. No one can.

…………

For several days, Mu Jingxi scrupulously abided by his duty and dutifully assumed the responsibility of bodyguard.

At the weekend, Joanne has a rest.

The three returned to Mu's official residence in silence.

"San Shao, you're back." Jiang Xun bowed his head respectfully when he saw mujingxi.

"Follow me to the study." Mu Jingxi went upstairs without squinting.

"Yes."

Jiang Xun nodded to Qiao an, then turned around and followed Mu Jingxi. They left one after another.

Qiao an sat down on the sofa and rubbed the aching forehead with one hand. Xia Lin stood beside her, "Miss Qiao, are you uncomfortable?"

"Headache."

"Do you have a headache because of the cold war?"

Joan opened her eyes and gave him a cold look. "Xia Lin, are you looking for a smoke?"

"You think I didn't say anything."

Who said the cold war was boring before?

Why don't you feel bored now?

The two of them had a cold war. He was the one who suffered the most!

They wanted him to be the messenger of things that could be made clear to each other in a word.

They are not tired. He is already tired.

Jiang Xun closed the door of his study and walked to his desk.

Mu Jingxi sat down in the big class chair. He felt out the smoke and lit it with his head down. "Did you find it?"

"Three little..."

"Say."

Jiang Xun carefully observed his look. "Miss Qiao didn't come to s country three years ago. She doesn't have any entry records."

In other words, the woman three years ago, not Joanne?

Not Joanne

"Are you sure?"

"OK." Jiang Xun said, "I have repeatedly confirmed twice that Miss Qiao has a special identity. She has never been abroad and has always been in country a. Only this time, I accepted the employment of our country and came to s country. "

Mu Jingxi's eyes were deep and silent.

Not Joanne, not her.

It turned out that it was just his wishful thinking.

The person who thinks she likes is also a woman who had a chaotic night three years ago.

Spit out a cigarette ring. He brushed the ash lazily, "I know. Go down."

"Yes, three less."

Jiang Xun left the study and saw Li Qinghuan.

"Miss Li." He nodded gently.

Li Qinghuan's eyes paused for a few seconds at the door of the study. "Have you come back?"

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