The deep love is like a prison

At last, an Xuyang takes Du Haojie to the villa, and finds Mu Yan. At the moment, Mu Yan is sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at the huge wall in front of her, with no spirit, just like a puppet without soul.

Li Chengyan left early in the morning, leaving nothing but a divorce agreement, indicating that he really existed last night.

Mu Yan looked at the divorce agreement put on the table, she wanted to tear up these pieces of paper, but in the end she held it in her hand.

As soon as an Xuyang and Du Haojie came in, they saw a bloodless face. They hurried away.

"Sister Yan, what's the matter with you? Wasn't last night fine? " Du Haojie patted Mu Yan gently and looked at her anxiously. His eyes were full of anxiety.

It's an Xuyang who first found the divorce agreement in Mu Yan's hand. Thinking of his experience last night, he frowned and gently pulled hero ladu to show him to have a look.

Du Haojie followed an Xuyang's hand and saw the document. His face changed slightly and he became more and more worried. "Isn't sister Yan a man? He doesn't want you anymore. Isn't there us? We will be your best assistant! So don't be sad for that man! "

An Xuyang takes a funny look at Du Haojie. He didn't expect that the young man could talk at the critical moment.

"Yes, Mu Yan, since that man doesn't love you, why do you make yourself like this for him? Isn't there a job? Hero and I will always help you come out, you can rely on us

Mu Yan slowly reacts, listening to the words of encouragement of two people's warm heart, her heart after a warm current, since the death of her mother, no one has been so concerned about themselves for a long time.

Originally thought that Li Chengyan would be his last warmth, but now it seems only ironic.

"Thank you for your explanation! I'll cheer up. I'll go back to work with you now. " Mu Yan took a deep breath. She put away the divorce agreement, waved her fist and tried to squeeze out a smile.

Two people see Mu Yan slowly stabilize down, also can be relieved.

On the other hand, Su ruoxian's finished product soon came out. Looking at the magnificent painting in front of him, Yang Qian kept nodding, "ruoxian, your level is really good. We can definitely succeed this time!"

"Of course, you don't want to see my skill. Anyway, I'm also a famous painter in the world." Su ruoxian picked an eyebrow, a face of pride and complacency.

In front of her, Su ruoxian smiles like flowers. With her smile, her chest also fluctuates. Yang Qianhe can't help itching. He presses Su ruoxian under his body and skillfully begins to move his big hand on Su ruoxian's body.

Su ruoxian soon had a reaction. The temperature of the room rose abruptly. It was very hot

Compared with Su ruoxian and Yang Qianhe, the progress of Mu Yan is not smooth.

In the art studio, as one after another of the paper balls was thrown aside, Mu Yan sighed dejectedly. She was lying on the table, her eyes were sad.

Busy for a day, Leng is what progress is not, looking at the foot of a paper ball, she can't help but howl, "half a day without progress, this can how to do ah!"