Song Cheng’an looked at Jiang Jingheng with a speechless expression, acting like you two are so in love, as if no one knows the truth between you.
"Alright, I’m leaving." Song Cheng’an nodded slightly to Mu Yan and turned to walk towards the door.
"Brother Song, I’ll see you out." Mu Yan followed him and sent Song Cheng’an to the door.
When she ca back, she saw Jiang Jingheng still sitting on the sofa, playing with his phone.
She said, "Thank you."
Jiang Jingheng’s lips curled up, "I don’t accept verbal thanks."
"Then I’ll cook for you." Mu Yan said, she hadn’t eaten breakfast and was a little hungry.
"You go ahead and try cooking!" Jiang Jingheng’s face suddenly darkened.
Mu Yan’s heart skipped a beat, why so fierce?
Her breakfast wasn’t that bad.
"Alright, I won’t cook then, I’ll go upstairs to rest."
Mu Yan walked to the stairs, suddenly thought of sothing, turned back to ask Jiang Jingheng, "Why did you get Zhou Lifen drunk that day?"
Jiang Jingheng turned his head to look at her, the corner of his eyes slightly raised, "You guess."
Mu Yan really wanted to retort, you guess if I will guess or not.
Since he didn’t want to say, she didn’t want to ask anymore.
She turned her head and continued upstairs, just two steps up, she heard Jiang Jingheng’s voice.
"No one can bully my woman."
Mu Yan was stunned, stumbled a bit on the step, almost fell, but fortunately, she used her hand to steady herself.
Behind her ca a rush of footsteps, accompanied by a man’s urgent voice, "Are you alright?"
Mu Yan felt a tight grip on her arm, and the next mont soone helped her up.
She turned her head and t Jiang Jingheng’s anxious and worried eyes, suddenly rembering that day on set, he had the sa look.
Her heartbeat unconsciously sped up, she quickly averted her gaze, shook her head, "I’m fine."
Jiang Jingheng frowned, opened her palm to check, making sure there were no injuries before relaxing.
He couldn’t help but scold, "Watch where you walk, clumsy."
Who’s clumsy, Mu Yan glared at him, "Didn’t ask you to mind my business."
She shook off his hand, her footsteps "da-da-da" as she ran upstairs.
Jiang Jingheng didn’t chase after her, watched her rush up, and frowned, "Take it slow."
When she was up, a tender smile unknowingly appeared on his handso face.
His gaze fell on his own hand, as if her warmth was still lingering on it.
He took out his phone to unlock it, the screen still paused on Mu Yan’s Weibo hopage.
He backed out and directly dialed Song Cheng’an’s number.
Soon, Song Cheng’an picked up, "I just left monts ago, and you’re already calling, what’s up?"
Jiang Jingheng walked to the sofa and sat down, said indifferently, "There are too many negative comnts under Mu Yan’s Weibo."
"Isn’t that normal? Zhou Lifen is a big influencer, with tens of millions of fans, and you might be underestimating Mu Yan’s ability to handle it."
Jiang Jingheng replied coldly, "Just because she can handle it doesn’t an I’m willing to let her handle it."
Mu Yan went upstairs back to her room, only to feel her heart beating faster and faster.
She thought maybe it was because she ran too fast.
Of course, it was also because that person suddenly claid she was his woman, wasn’t it just a one-ti sleepover? Does that make her his private property?
No, no, she needs to calm down.
He’s just teasing her, yes, that’s it.
Not long after, her phone rang, she glanced at the caller ID, it was Lin Jiamu calling.
"What’s up with the negative news online?"
"Don’t worry, I’ll co over this afternoon and we’ll talk then." Mu Yan took a deep breath.
The most urgent thing is, she needs to practice her singing well.
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