Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

Mu Jingyang picks his sword eyebrows and smiles with satisfaction. The woman's "obedient" appearance seems to delight him. His tall figure skims over the beautiful car body and around the front of the car. Mu Jingyang takes a long step and gets on the car neatly.

After getting on the bus, Mu Jingyang's dark eyes swept to the woman of the co pilot. Hang YunRuo's beautiful eyes shrunk and "whoosh" tied his seat belt for fear that Mu Jingyang would rush to fasten her seat belt for her.

I really don't give you any chance to be close.

Mu Jingyang's face turned black. He drew twice from the corner of his mouth, stepped on the accelerator, and the black car sped away.

Along the way, hang YunRuo refused to communicate with Mu Jingyang. Whenever Mu Jingyang opened a topic, he would be sent back by the sentence "concentrate on driving, watch the road".

Mu Jingyang simply gave up talking to her, just looked at her secretly from time to time.

When the car drove downstairs, hang YunRuo's white hand helped the car handle, but he couldn't open the door. It was obvious that Mu Jingyang had the control over the lock.

Hang YunRuo looked at the driver with his side eyes. Mu Jingyang's sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and his thin lips raised a meaningful arc: "don't you invite me to sit up?"

"No, you open the door!" Hang YunRuo mercilessly refuses Mu Jingyang's request. She closes her eyes. It seems that she has reached the limit of endurance. She is too lazy to communicate with Mu Jingyang.

Mu Jingyang Gougou lips, a smile, low voice: "good, but I want you to know, I am very serious."

"Pa" sound, the door was opened, hang YunRuo slammed on the door, almost gritted his teeth, squeezed out every word from his teeth: "impossible, I am also very serious!"

Hang YunRuo's graceful and beautiful back is gradually moving away from Mu Jingyang's sight.

Mu Jingyang stares at hang YunRuo's back with deep eyes. He keeps looking at her until the light in her room lights up.

She is like his air. Only when she comes back to him can he feel that he can breathe normally, so how can he let go.

Standing in front of the French window upstairs, hang YunRuo lifted the dark red curtain with his slender white fingers, watched the car leave, his eyes darkened a little, sighed a little, slowly put down the curtain, turned and curled up in the sofa.

She looked at the empty room, and the memories in her mind surged in and merged into painful pictures, which made her feel miserable. Her fingertips were cold, and she pulled her collar and could hardly breathe.

The pain of memory, Mu Jingyang brought her hurt, let her still remember.

She holds her hands tightly, and her face is pale. She will never repeat the same mistake, never!!!

The next day.

In Mu Jingyang's villa, Mu Jingyang left early, but an uninvited guest appeared in the villa, just like a hostess's posture. He was kind to the servant and asked for help here and there.

The servants had no choice but to obey orders.

Xiang Xinci's face is full of smiles, and her wedding date is approaching. Although she still stays with Mu Jingyang as a "confidant", she has long been publicly recognized as the wife of Mu's president.

Seeing that the wedding date is approaching, Xiang Xinci begins to consider personally arranging the wedding room, which can also take the opportunity to get closer to Mu Jingyang.

After all, she didn't just want to be Mrs. mu in name. She wanted not only fame but also Mu Jingyang.

"I think there are still a few paintings missing here. The tone of these paintings is too gloomy, don't you think?" Xiang Xinci holds his arm, looks at the whole villa, nods and seeks advice from the servants around him.

The servants nodded in agreement: "what they said to the young lady is, what they said is."

"It's said that a new artist's exhibition has been very successful recently. I'll go and have a look at some paintings. Jingyang will like them." Xiang Xinci chuckles, raises his chin and turns around.

The servants have black lines on their faces. In fact, they want to say that as long as you choose them, the young master doesn't like them, but they don't dare.

Xiang Xinci always likes to talk to himself, but no one else.

gallery.

Some handsome rascal stopped some beautiful painter.

"Miss beauty, will I have the honor to invite you to lunch?" Mu Jingyang, a gentleman, extended his hand to hang YunRuo.

Hang YunRuo looked at him with disgust, shook his head firmly, and his tone was a little alienated: "No."

"Don't be so unkind!"

"As a defendant, I have no human feelings. As a plaintiff, Mr. Mu should not come to meet me in private for anything." Hang YunRuo's tone was cold. When he saw Mu Jingyang, he wrote three words on his face: you are very upset!

Mu Jingyang is still surrounded by hang YunRuo. If hang YunRuo goes to the left, he goes to the left. If hang YunRuo goes to the right, he goes to the right.

With a long and strong arm, Mu Jingyang's whole figure pressed on hang YunRuo, and tied her firmly in the corner.

Hang Yun closed his eyes speechless, and there was a sigh of helplessness in his tone: "Mu Jingyang, I haven't seen you for a year, so I have a good face."

"Do you want to touch it, experience it and see if it's long?" Mu Jingyang raises his eyebrows, bows his head down and leans closer to hang YunRuo.

Hang YunRuo's back is straight, close to the cold wall, and his beautiful face is slightly sideways, trying to keep a distance from the man in front of him.

Mu Jingyang's thin lips curled up a curved arc and gave a smile. His big, well-defined hand broke the woman's chin. His black eyes focused on hang YunRuo's evasive eyes. His low voice echoed vaguely in hang YunRuo's ear: "why don't you look at me? Your face is as thin and smooth as before... "

Hang YunRuo's dark eyes shrunk, pushed Mu Jingyang's surging, frowned tightly, staring at the villain in front of him, and scolded: "hooligan!"

Mu Jingyang covered his chest and retreated. He coughed twice. Instead of anger, he laughed: "it doesn't hurt at all!"

"Boring! Go away Hang YunRuo almost gnashed his teeth and walked with his feet raised,.

Mu Jingyang thin lips, not angry or angry, just low smile, has been blocking hang YunRuo side, don't let her go away.

Mu Jingyang has no sense of shame in front of hang YunRuo. He has changed his appearance. He is no longer the cold-blooded, even cold-blooded, powerful president.

Not far from the door, a pair of venomous eyes flashed the light of jealousy. She looked at Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo viciously. The two people's actions fell into her eyes, which was no different from flirting.

Xiang Xinci's hands are tightly clenched. He came to the gallery to choose some paintings. Unexpectedly, he saw a new artist flirting with his fiance.

Xiang Xinci looks at hang YunRuo's face carefully, and suddenly remembers that Mu Jingyang's ex-wife seems to be a woman who can draw.

Mu Jingyang once had a big dispute with the Mu family over that woman.