Forced into marriage, Ning Yichu always felt that Li Lingyang hated her as his wife. Until that night, when he drank too much, his eyes red, and he cornered her, saying, "Ning Yichu? I f*cking ...
ah?
Shouldn't he reject grandma and go out with his childhood sweetheart?
Seeing that she didn't move, Mu Bailang lazily took her hand and strode out of the living room!
Fan Yuke glanced at Xu Shiyin out of the corner of his eye. The other person's face had completely darkened, and the hands on his legs were quietly clenched.
Xu Shiyin was indeed jealous, and Mu Bailang had achieved his goal, right?
After they left the house and got into a Bugatti Veyron, Fan Yuke dared to look at Mu Bailang sitting next to her and asked casually, "That's your childhood sweetheart, why don't you go out and catch up with her?"
There was a hint of hope and nervousness in her eyes that she herself had not noticed, as if she was waiting for Mu Bailang to deny his words.
"We haven't seen each other for many years, how can we reminisce?"
Mu Bailang glanced over and uttered two words lightly.
His posture was casual, yet dignified and elegant, exuding an air of nonchalance.
Fan Yuke snorted softly, feeling disappointed. Her eyes wandered as she grumbled, "We have photos of you two meeting at the hospital together, and you still say you're not familiar with each other?"
"Are you jealous?" Mu Bailang looked over with his peach blossom eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of subtle joy in his deep eyes.
"How is that possible!"
Fan Yuke was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. She retorted guiltily, "I was just gossiping about our Mr. Mu's love history."
Mu Bailang chuckled softly, "Our meeting in the hospital was an accident, someone planned it."
Fan Yuke was stunned. From what he said, his relationship with Xu Shiyin was not what he thought?
He took out his cell phone, made a call, whispered a few instructions, and then arranged for the driver to go to Shengshi.
"Shengshi?" Fan Yuke paused without listening carefully to the call. "Are you going back to work? Then drop me off in front. I won't tell grandma."
However, after Fan Yuke finished speaking, Mu Bailang did not ask the driver to stop the car. Fan Yuke looked at Mu Bailang in confusion, and the man said lightly, "Come with me."
"You go to work, what should I do?"
"You'll know when you get there."