Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

He was right. Mu Jingxi raised his eyes and glanced at him, "do you have a girlfriend?"

Song Yunchi: "

Shit!

The great ship of friendship has overturned!

Among the three, now only ye Hanchen has a girlfriend, and only he has the most right to speak.

Mu Jingxi turned his eyes to ye Hanchen, "cold dust, you say."

Ye Hanchen took a sip of champagne and smiled, "Yunchi is right. Maybe he is really angry. Think carefully about what you did wrong, what you said and did, and make her angry. Think about it carefully. When she became angry, you may be able to find the disease node. "

After sipping the champagne in the glass, he said slowly, "a girl's anger is nothing more than apology and coaxing. As long as you do these two things, girls will basically calm down. "

After all, no one wants to be angry all day.

"Really?"

Mu Jingxi looked at a place with complex eyes, picked up his glass and took a sip.

Looking back, it seems that Joanne began to become strange after he kissed her in the bedroom that day.

First slam the door.

Then, the sarcasm skill is turned on.

Yin Yang strange Qi skill.

Was she angry that she kissed her?

"How can I apologize?" Mu Jingxi asked for advice with an open mind.

Ye Hanchen guessed who he was angry with and who he was going to apologize to. After pondering for a moment, he frowned slightly, "what flowers does Miss Qiao like? You can send her flowers and apologize. "

"Send flowers?" Mu Jingxi did not want to veto, "tacky."

Song Yunchi held his forehead with one hand, "three little, then you have come up with a non vulgar way."

"Shut up, you talk a lot."

Tonight, I don't know how many times song Shao was disliked by the third Shao. His heart was hit and he kept away from the source of injury with a wine glass.

As soon as song Yunchi left, ye Hanchen asked, "Jingxi, are you with Miss Qiao?"

"Not yet..." he smiled with thin lips, "but soon."

Joanne was the mother of his children, his first woman, and her first man.

He likes her and is bound to marry her home.

Together, but sooner or later.

The birthday party lasted until twelve in the evening.

Joan woke up with thirst, gently loosened the little glutinous rice in her arms, got up and went downstairs to pour water.

As soon as he came downstairs, he saw Li Qinghuan coming in from the outside with the drunken mujingxi.

"Three little, watch your feet." Li Qinghuan is also wearing a white close fitting dress, like the goddess of moonlight, holy and elegant.

At the moment, the goddess is holding the drunken mujingxi.

The man was drunk, and most of his weight rested on Li Qinghuan.

In the eyes of outsiders, tall men are almost bullying petite women.

"San Shao, you're back!"

The servant on duty saw him and immediately greeted him.

Before he touched Mu Jingxi, he was waved away by Li Qinghuan quietly. "I'll help San Shao upstairs. You go and cook him a bowl of Jiejiu soup first, so that he won't have a headache when he wakes up from a hangover."

"OK." The servant really turned and went into the kitchen.

Slippers tread on the floor, deliberately making a heavy sound.

Li Qinghuan looked up and saw Joan in her pajamas, coming downstairs.

"Miss Qiao, you haven't rested so late?"

"Isn't miss li the same? It's so late. I've personally sent Mu Jingxi back. "