Strongest Wife Guard

pupil?!

Fang Jiamei looked down at her clothes, pink baby collar

This, also sweet, how to his mouth became a pupil?

Mo Yiheng looked at her small expression, the corners of his mouth hooked, but soon recovered indifferent appearance, "I'm gone."

Fang Jiamei turned to look at him, subconsciously asked: "do you come back to eat at night?"

If she doesn't come back, she won't cook.

Mo Yiheng steps slightly, seems to raise the corner of the mouth, "come back."

Watching him enter the elevator, the door slowly closed, Fang Jiamei was relieved.

Go to the balcony, looking at the scenery not far away, slowly exhale a breath.

Mr. Chen is right. Zicong is no longer here. She will start a new life sooner or later. Although Mr. Mo is indifferent, he is good in all aspects and can be entrusted.

I hope nothing will go wrong with her decision.

Zicong, you will hope me to be happy, won't you?

Looking at the blue sky, Fang Jiamei happily hooked her lips.

Looking down, I just saw Mo Yiheng's figure. His tall figure was particularly eye-catching. He walked slowly and had a special temperament.

With a twinkle of eyes, Fang Jiamei seems to see the same scene, but the background is different, and Mo Yiheng's clothes are different.

It's the same perspective, watching him leave.

Slightly a Leng, Fang Jiamei immediately back.

What's going on?

How could she see this?

Crazy, crazy! It must be crazy!

Fang Jiamei patted her cheek hard. She felt that she had no good rest and had hallucination!

It must be!

Silently comforting herself, Fang Jiamei went in to prepare to clean and distract her attention.

Mo Yiheng moves her luggage into the master bedroom. Fang Jiamei walks in carefully with a mop. She always feels that something is wrong.

His room and his apartment, nothing special, too simple to be simple, the bed quilt random roll, a look is not very neat man.

I guess this is where he sleeps.

It seems that there is still a man's breath in the air. Fang Jiamei feels that she has offended the Holy Land and is uncomfortable everywhere.

Open your suitcase, but don't know where to put these things.

Carefully open the only wardrobe, inside is a uniform shirt and suit, only a few simple casual wear.

But it's not good to put her clothes in like this. What if he has a habit of cleanliness?

Fang Jiamei thought, or according to the number on the note to call him in the past, cell phone beep twice was answered, "what's the matter?"

"Er..." Fang Jiamei listened to his voice, and what she wanted to say got stuck for a moment, "well, I want to ask, where should I put my clothes?"

How does he know it's her phone number?

There was silence for a few seconds, and there came a man's lazy voice, "Mrs. Mo, I don't need to go out and customize a wardrobe for you, do I?"

Fang Jiamei's cheek flushed because of his "Mrs. Mo". Fortunately, she was not face-to-face. "Oh, I see. Then you can be busy."

With that, Fang Jiamei immediately hung up.

Hands holding their own cheek, hot hot.

Hang your clothes in the closet, looking at the men's shirt with her skirt, there is a kind of unspeakable feeling.

After a nap, Jiamei went to clean the apartment.