Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

"This painting is really good!"

"I also think this one is good-looking, with profound artistic conception ~!"

At the exhibition, people came to appreciate hang YunRuo's paintings. People in twos and threes discussed and enjoyed hang YunRuo's representative work shadow.

The picture is desolate and lonely, but full of jealousy and contradiction. Let people forget the customs.

Hang YunRuo, a new painter, became famous for his "shadow".

If it had not been for hang YunRuo's saying that the painting would not be sold, he would have been bought at a high price.

Hang YunRuo looks at the people coming and going in the exhibition. The corners of the mouth pull up a smile of gratification.

She walked slowly out of the gallery and stood outside. Looking at the sky, my mind is full of thoughts. I've been back for a few days, the memory that this city has brought to her. Bit by bit from the depths of the dust laden memory sporadically emerged.

Although no longer pain through the bone marrow. But it still made her feel unable to breathe.

The sound of the brake suddenly sounded, and Maserati, with a black face, stopped outside the exhibition.

A tall figure on the car. Slowly down, black suit. Elegant and noble, under the black hair. Facial features white to luminous, a perfect three-dimensional face presented in the sun.

Sword eyebrows, star eyes, facial features. Like a man walking out of the painting, Mu Jingyang attracts passers-by's eyes as soon as he appears.

That good-looking eye-catching face also quickly printed into hang YunRuo's eyes. Hang YunRuo's breath stopped. The fingertips are cool. The palm of the hand suddenly tightened. I'm holding my hand tightly.

I really can't think about people in broad daylight. I'm afraid I'll get what I'm afraid.

She shrunk her shoulders and tried to escape to the corner outside the building, but she was stopped by a low voice.

"Hang Yun Ruo!" The low magnetic voice is very nice. It's hard to blow hang YunRuo's eardrum. Hang YunRuo's palm is tight.

She took a deep breath, slowly turned back, beautiful big eyes with strong hostility, staring at Mu Jingyang.

Four eyes opposite, Mu Jingyang slender hand inserted in the trouser pocket, already instant came to her body.

The eyes of cold Che are looking down at the woman in front of us. The thin lips are slightly curving. The tone is full of profound meaning: "long time no see, hang YunRuo."

"Yes? I don't want to see you at all. Mr. mu, I have something else to do. Please help yourself Hang YunRuo sneers and is ready to leave. He doesn't want to talk nonsense with Mu Jingyang.

As he passed by, Mu Jingyang's big, well-defined palm suddenly grasped hang YunRuo's white and delicate wrist, his thin lips raised a beautiful radian, his cold eyes were slightly sideways, and he looked at hang YunRuo for a moment. His voice was cold and unrestrained, with a bit of banter in it. He laughed cynically and said, "is that right? You don't want to see me so much? Then why did you draw me? It's said that Miss hang yunruohang, a new painter, has made a big splash and caused a sensation in the whole city with a shadow. However I think that shadow is like my back. "

"You?" Hang YunRuo took a deep breath, her chest undulating breath, could not hide her restlessness, but she still tried to hide: "so what? I drew you, but you agreed. "

The strength of the palm suddenly tightens. Mu Jingyang grabs hang YunRuo's wrist and pulls her in front of her.

Hang YunRuo's body is almost attached to Mu Jingyang's chest. Mu Jingyang's sword eyebrows are slightly picked. His eyes are full of fun. His tone is domineering and ambiguous. He hooks his lips in her ear, saying: "is this something? I don't remember

"I didn't expect that after a year's absence, President Tangtang Mu learned to lie with his eyes open? What a shame Hang YunRuo was speechless by Mu Jingyang's reply. After a long time, he squeezed out such a sentence from his teeth.

"Are you cheeky? Didn't you touch it many times? You should know better than others. " Mu Jingyang didn't care about her angry and sarcastic words. Instead, he laughed a little, and then he bowed his head and gave hang YunRuo a kiss on his earlobe.

"Hooligans!" Hang YunRuo pushes Mu Jingyang away and struggles out of his arms. However, her wrist is still firmly grasped by Mu Jingyang. No matter how she struggles, she can't get rid of it. At the moment, she is like a kite in his hand. She shakes left and right, but she can't get away from his sphere of influence.

Mu Jingyang grabs hang YunRuo's hand, gently picks his sword eyebrows, and sneers: "hang YunRuo, you drew me without permission, which infringes my portrait right. Now I order you to compensate me 10 million, otherwise I will sue you!"

"I have no money." Hang YunRuo suddenly widened his eyes, struggling with his wrist and looking at Mu Jingyang incredulously, "are you bankrupt, Mu Jingyang? It's not like you touch porcelain! "

Mu Jingyang's thin lips curled up and lifted a beautiful radian. He suddenly pulled hang YunRuo into his arms. He leaned his head against hang YunRuo's earlobe and gave a smile. His deep voice was full of ambiguity and bewitchment: "I'm not interested in touching porcelain. I'm very familiar with touching you. I want to relive my old dream. I don't want to lose money. It's easy to sleep with him. Hang YunRuo, if you remarry with me, this 10 million will be written off. I will not pursue any infringement. "

"Remarriage?!! You can't think about it! " Hang YunRuo struggles to get out of Mu Jingyang's arms again, but he is held more tightly by Mu Jingyang.

Mu Jingyang bit hang YunRuo's earlobe and said in a low voice: "you'd better not move any more. You and I don't have any restraint. I don't mind doing something to you in broad daylight. "

"You Hang YunRuo's red lips were clenched tightly. He was so angry that he suddenly gave a sneer. The voice of sarcasm overflowed from the corner of her lips: "Mu Jingyang, as soon as we divorced, you were engaged to someone else. Remarry me. What about your fiancee? Now that you have a fiancee, you should be loyal to love and your fiancee. You can hear me clearly. I'm not interested in changing from your next wife to junior three. "

Mu Jingyang released hang YunRuo, raised his sword eyebrows slightly, clamped hang YunRuo's chin with his big hands, and pursed his lips: "you care about this. Don't worry. As long as you like, I can terminate the engagement with that woman immediately."

"Scum and scum!" Hang YunRuo pats Mu Jingyang's hand on her chin and looks at the man in front of her with tongue tied eyes, almost gnashing his teeth.

"What do you think of as a woman? Who do you want to change? It used to be like this, and it's still like this now? " If hang YunRuo remembers all kinds of things in the past, how the man drove her away mercilessly, she was so angry that her teeth itched. She frowned tightly and turned to leave.

Mu Jingyang didn't chase after him. Hang YunRuo's words seemed to touch him. His eyes were cold and his face was gloomy.