Ex-Wife Does Not Return to The Room

Chapter 267: We go home

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"Miss Ruan"

Seeing this, Si Konghao hurriedly supported her body, looked up, and wherever he could see the shadows of the two people. Shu Yuju shook his head helplessly, and he helped her to sit down on the sofa.

That night, no one knew what happened in the box, only that when they came out, their faces were blue and purple. When passing by Ruan Qingqing's side, Xie Zhenting just gave a cold glance, and then immediately He strode away, and the hatred in his eyes was shocking.

"Little Qing'er, let's go."

Immediately afterwards, Feng Mu also walked down, twitching the corners of her mouth slightly, and then took a breath of cold air. Grandma's, the corners of her mouth were cracked.

"How are you?"

Seeing this scene, Ruan Qingqing quickly stood up and held his arm, with obvious worries in those eyes.

"Xiao Qing'er, I am injured."

Feng Mu said pitifully, and leaned her body in her arms, so that her pouted mouth could be tied to a donkey, which looked very comedic.

Unexpectedly, this scene happened to fall in the eyes of Xie Zhenting, who had walked to the door and turned around, with his teeth biting his lower lip tightly. He had to use 120,000 points of self-control to prevent himself from breaking out, chilling. With a face, he walked out angrily.

"Let's go"

Patting him on the back, Ruan Qingqing said softly, turned and helped him out.

Away from the noisy hustle and bustle, the world suddenly quieted down, took a deep breath, and immediately spread a cold breath down the throat to the limbs.

Slowly letting go of his arm, Ruan Qingqing walked forward.

"Little Qinger"

Standing in place, Feng Mu called to her, and the body that suddenly lost support made people's hearts empty.

"You go back first, I want to be alone."

Without looking back, Ruan Qingqing said, looking up at the sky, Xingzi blinked playfully in the sky, like a child's eyes, full of pure innocence.

Seeing that thin figure swaying in the wind and opening his mouth, Feng Mu didn't say anything in the end, but just looked at her fixedly, maintaining her original posture.

With his hands around his chest, Ruan Qingqing walked forward step by step. The wind blew and messed up her hair, and the cold moonlight stretched her shadow very long.

Behind her, Feng Mu drove a short distance and followed, with his arm on the glass window, the cigarette between his fingers had never been extinguished.

Some people say that a woman is like a cigarette, and every time he smokes, he thinks, if she really is a cigarette, then he can suck her into his stomach and never worry about whether she will get hurt. , Will she be bullied, will she have herself in her heart, but unfortunately, she is not a cigarette, so he has been unable to control her, the only thing he can do is change himself.

Finally, when the first white fish belly appeared in the East, they had already walked through countless streets and alleys. Perhaps they were finally exhausted. Ruan Qingqing sat on the curb beside the road with his head buried in his knees. At that time, it seemed to fall asleep deeply.

Looking at her, pushing the car door and getting out of the car, Feng Mu tiptoedly walked to her side. The next moment, a jacket still carrying her body temperature fell on her.

"Wind Mu"

Raising his head and looking at him, Ruan Qingqing murmured a little, seemed to be really tired, and the eyes that had just opened closed again in a blink of an eye.

"We go home"

Huan put his arms around her thin shoulders, Feng Mu said softly, the voice only threatened her.

No answer, Ruan Qingqing just nodded silently.

When he got up, Feng Mu directly hugged her up, and then walked to the passenger seat before putting her down. When the red Bugatti whizzed all the way to the front, at a corner, a silver-gray Mercedes-Benz He appeared quietly, clasping the steering wheel with both hands, and looking ahead, Xie Zhenting's lips were pressed into a straight line, and the hatred in his eyes became even stronger when he looked at the car that had gone away.

When she woke up again, the sun was already swaying west, she opened her sleepy eyes, and heard the phone on the table buzzing non-stop, fumbled and took the phone, she just pressed the call button—

"Hey, hello, this is Ruan Qingqing."

She whispered, her voice laziness after waking up.

"Did the Sleeping Beauty wake up? The sun has reached its butt, and it's time to get up."

Nangong Shaoqian's joking voice came from the microphone. He turned his head and looked out the window. Even through the heavy curtains, he could still clearly feel the warmth of the sun.

"Something?"

After adjusting a posture, Ruan Qingqing asked weakly, only feeling that the throat was abnormally dry.

"It's okay, I just missed you a little bit all of a sudden, did you dream of me last night?"

Nangong Shaoqian's words are still full of slander, but with a touch of ridicule.

After five years of getting along, Ruan Qingqing seemed to be immune to this kind of unnutritious words, so he just covered his mouth and yawned greatly without saying anything.

"Okay, no more trouble, how about that design case? The partner is still waiting to see the finished product."

When he said this, Nangong Shaoqian's tone became serious.

"There is one more point to be revised, can I give it to you tomorrow?"

Sitting up holding the quilt, Ruan Qingqing said softly, kneading her eyebrows, feeling a sudden pain in her temple.

"No problem, our little Qinger's beauty sleep is more important. Come on, baby, kiss me."

When Nangong Shaoqian's voice came from the microphone again, Ruan Qingqing's phone was suddenly taken away, "Nangong Shaoqian, how do you plan to let me kiss you? From top to bottom or bottom to top?"

"Uh?"

Nangong Shaoqian was stunned when he heard the voice on the other end of the microphone changed, and then he laughed uncontrollably.

"Insane, dare to say such things in the future I will kiss you."

After speaking, Feng Mu hung up the phone, and when he lowered his head to look at Ruan Qingqing, there was something incomprehensible in his eyes.

"Little Qinger"

As soon as the words were spoken, the deliberately lowered voice made people feel infinitely gentle.