Jiang Jingheng and Mu Yan had just gotten ho not long ago, and he was taking a shower in the bathroom.
Mu Yan heard his phone ringing, picked it up and saw it was Song Cheng’an calling.
She answered it directly, "Hello, Brother Song, what’s up?"
For calls from acquaintances like this, she dared to answer for him.
"Oh, he’s in the shower, I’ll tell him later."
"Okay." Mu Yan hung up the phone and saw Jiang Jingheng coming out of the bathroom.
She said, "Brother Song just called looking for you about sothing."
"Hmm." Jiang Jingheng walked over and took the phone from her hand.
Seeing her standing barefoot on the floor, he frowned slightly, "Why aren’t you wearing shoes?"
Mu Yan looked at her own feet and whispered, "It’s not cold."
"Did you forget about your cold uterus?" Jiang Jingheng’s face turned serious.
"Oh." Mu Yan pursed her lips and obediently went back to bed.
Jiang Jingheng walked over, squeezed her feet, and only when he felt they weren’t too cold did he relax, covering her with the blanket.
He said softly, "I’ll go make a phone call, you go to sleep first."
"Hmm." Mu Yan nodded.
Jiang Jingheng turned and went out, went downstairs, and returned Song Cheng’an’s call.
"What’s up?"
"Zhao Xiyue knows about your relationship with Mu Yan."
Jiang Jingheng’s expression was indifferent, "What relationship do I have with Mu Yan that requires her opinion?"
"Don’t forget, both your families have always planned a marriage alliance, you and her..."
"I’ve never acknowledged that." Jiang Jingheng was sowhat impatient.
"But Zhao Xiyue doesn’t think so, I’m afraid she’s going to resent Mu Yan."
"Isn’t that better?" Jiang Jingheng’s tone was icy.
"What?"
"Alright, I know what to do, don’t tell Mu Yan." Jiang Jingheng hung up the phone, his handso face slightly cold.
He didn’t like her attention being on others, but he couldn’t intervene.
However, if those people were courting death themselves, that would be different.
Back in the room, Jiang Jingheng saw Mu Yan was still not asleep and asked, "Why aren’t you asleep yet?"
"I can’t sleep without you here," Mu Yan replied.
Jiang Jingheng’s heart imdiately lted; he lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms.
"Can you sleep now?"
"Hmm." Mu Yan smiled and snuggled into his embrace.
Jiang Jingheng looked at her reliant expression, and so emotion in his heart grew crazily.
Yes, it should be like this, she should only rely on him.
In the bar, Song Cheng’an stared at his phone for a while, thinking that Jing Heng’s words were really strange.
However, he definitely wouldn’t want Mu Yan to be upset.
He settled the bill, stood up to leave, and suddenly his phone rang.
He answered as he walked out, "Hello, Lin Yu, what’s the matter?"
"Where is she?"
"Okay, I’ll be there right away." Song Cheng’an hung up the phone, opened the car door, got in, and drove off.
At the restaurant entrance, several people were pulling at each other.
To be precise, a well-dressed woman was surrounded by several n who wouldn’t let her leave.
The woman looked forbearing, "President Ye, President Cheng, I have an event tomorrow, I really can’t accompany you."
"Miss Xiang, you’re not giving us face," a fat man snorted.
"As long as Miss Xiang has fun with us tonight, how many events could you want?"
"Exactly, Miss Xiang, let’s go."
...
Xiang Lanqiu dodged the groping hands and frowned, "I really can’t, I have to go back..."
"If you gentlen want to drink, how about I accompany you?" a male voice called from below.
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