Chapter 162

What is this?

Why should she see such a picture?

Chang Huan looks at Song Mianmian calmly. Song Mianmian's small face is white. They look at each other like this. No one speaks first. Instead, song Mianmian seems to have been humiliated. Her tears fall down. She hugs herself and leaves quickly.

The scar on song mianmianmian's chest is ferocious and terrifying. Changhuan thinks of her abdominal scar. Jiang shaoxun likes to kiss her abdominal scar when she is in love.

She also thought that Jiang shaoxun was in love with her and gave birth to him. Now the scar on the woman's chest seems to overturn all her thoughts. When Jiang shaoxun kisses her abdominal scar, will he think of that woman?

Chang Huan didn't go to Jiang shaoxun for such a long time because he wanted him to deal with his own affairs. But now, he let a woman appear in his study dressed like this.

Changhuan's tears blurred her eyes. She felt like a fool.

Jiang shaoxun hears the sound of running outside the door. He is worried about song Mianmian's heart and runs out in a hurry. He wants song Mianmian not to run violently.

But after he ran out, he saw Nie Changhuan standing at the door. He looked at her in surprise: "Changhuan, when did you come back?"

Jiang shaoxun's clothes were a little messy, and two buttons of his pajamas were untied. One was dressed like that, but the other was also so virtuous. Chang Huan covered his spasmodic chest and slowly squatted on the ground.

Why let her run into such a scene?

When Lu Xiangyuan and Nie Changqing linger in front of her eyes, they don't have this moment, which makes her feel miserable.

Jiang shaoxun picked her up. She struggled. He smelled like other women. She cried and yelled, "let me go."

"Changhuan."

"Let me go, you let me go." Chang Huan beat him on the chest. She didn't want to listen to anything. She didn't want to listen to anything.

Her fingernails were waving and Jiang shaoxun's cheek was scratched by her. He darkened his face and carried Changhuan up. Changhuan kicked his hands and feet and cried. His fists were very heavy and hurt. He endured and kept silent.

Jiang shaoxun throws Chang Huan on the bed, but Chang Huan takes up the pillow and throws it at him. She tears her face. Because of the long journey, her hair is a bit messy, and her face shows a tired look. She makes noise and bites her lips.

Jiang shaoxun put the pillow she had thrown over, leaned over and pressed it down on her, forcefully clasped her hands and lifted them to her head.

Changhuan wriggles, she struggles, she wants to leave from his arms: "Jiang shaoxun, you let me go."

He was as disobedient as a wild cat, his curly eyelashes were stained with tears, and his lips were bitten with a touch of red. Jiang shaoxun was distressed. He bowed his head to kiss her lips and told her not to make trouble.

Her lips were cold, her face was cold, even her hands and palms were cold, and there was still cold air on her body. He tried to warm her with his own temperature.

Changhuan from the beginning of the struggle, to gradually weak, she only silently tears, but no struggle.

"Why don't you stop? Let me explain, will you

Jiang shaoxun whispered in a soft voice. There were traces of claws scratched by her on his face. His heart softened. Maybe it was not what she saw. Maybe she should listen to Jiang shaoxun's explanation.

But before Jiang shaoxun's explanation came out, there was a voice outside the door.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

His ex girlfriend is standing at the door, but shaoxun pushes Changhuan on the bed. He doesn't want to be seen by his ex girlfriend. He lets Nie Changhuan go and stands up.

But Jiang shaoxun's action in Changhuan's eyes, he seems to be caught in bed, eager to get rid of her relationship.

With a cold smile in her heart, Chang Huan lowers her head to gather up her messy clothes and combs her hair slowly. She doesn't get up and looks at Song Mianmian through the air.

Song Mianmian stands outside the door. She has put on a coat and covered her transparent pajamas. Her bare legs are still shaking in the air. Isn't she cold?

"I'm sorry, Chang Huan. I had a little wine."

Nie Changhuan showed a sarcastic smile. When did she become so familiar with her? Are you familiar with the relationship of direct calling?

Drunk, what a grand reason.

"Drunk can dress like this and enter other people's husband's room?"

Changhuan is too angry, and his words are slightly heavier. Song Mianmian stands at the door, tears streaming, long eyelashes flashing, looking pitiful.

Jiang shaoxun doesn't understand why Changhuan is so angry all of a sudden, but what she said is really heavy. He shouts to song Mianmian in a low voice: "Changhuan, Mianmian is in a bad mood. She really just drank a little wine."

Someone towards song Mianmian, song Mianmian cry more severe, it seems that in the end, Changhuan became the unforgivable person.

Chang Huan looked at Jiang shaoxun in disbelief. She didn't want to look up at him like this. She stood up from the bed and pointed to her heart: "according to what you said, I will be drunk after that. Can I dress like her and enter other men's rooms at will?"

"Changhuan, don't make trouble out of no reason. Be obedient."

In Jiang shaoxun's eyes, her action was to make trouble out of nothing: "OK, I'm making trouble out of nothing. What are you doing now? Are you cheating? Is the old love rekindled? "

Song Mianmian came over. She took Changhuan's hand and wanted to explain: "Changhuan, it's not like this. Don't blame shaoxun. I'm really drunk."

Changhuan glances at Song Mianmian sharply and waves her hand mercilessly. Will she believe such nonsense?

Song Mianmian was pushed away and stepped back two steps: "sorry, let you see this scene as soon as you come back. I'll move out as soon as possible. I won't disturb you."

Song Mianmian spoke very quickly and quickly. After that, she covered her chest and gasped for breath. Her face was pale. If it wasn't for her identity, Chang Huan could not bear to look at her present appearance, not to mention Jiang shaoxun, who had a good memory with her.

Jiang shaoxun walked past. Song Mianmian was not good at words for outsiders. His mind was on him before. Now, after so many words in order to explain, he patted song Mianmian on the back: "don't quarrel, go back and have a good rest."

Song Mianmian nods. Her hand grabs Jiang shaoxun's hand. Her face is so pale that it seems that she will fall to the ground in the next second. Jiang shaoxun can't bear to let her go back like this. She helps song Mianmian and takes her back to her room.

Changhuan looks at the back of Jiang shaoxun and song Mianmian. She is too angry. She supports the wall. Her heart seems to run by thousands of horses. She tramples on her heart so hard that she can hardly breathe.