I Love You, Stupid Woman!

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update to the latest chapters of Mulberry!Sang Wan felt that he had to teach Zhang Ma a lesson when he went back.

Why would you worry that such a man is hungry?

He should be full by eating peach blossoms!

Coming this way, Sang Wan had anticipated many possibilities, and there were countless ideas in his mind for scenes that he saw or didn't see, but he never thought it was like this.

Probably the days when he was sick, the two of them stayed at home together, and controlled each other's whereabouts 24 hours a day close, so that she almost forgot how popular this man was.

In the office, it was a man and a woman before she came in.

It was agreed to work overtime, but Lin Muchen was not in the office.

When Sang Wan entered the door, he relaxed and leaned on the black leather sofa, with his long legs folded and his eyes slightly closed.

Naturally, these are not the points.

The point is, they fall on his pale and slender hands on both shoulders!

The red coat on the sofa should belong to Gu Jiaojiao. At this moment, she is standing behind the sofa, wearing a white dress, her long straight hair is gently scattered, her fingers are squeezed on his shoulders twice, and her head is softly asked. He said, "Is this comfortable, what do you think of my strength?"

Gu Jiaojiao...

Sang Wan almost forgot the existence of this person, but she forgot does not mean that Lin Muchen would forget.

It turns out that they have never stopped.

Sang Wan stood there for a long time, and the thermos barrel in her arms was almost deformed by the excessive force of her arm. Her eye sockets were sore that she almost didn't turn around and leave.

The two had a tacit understanding and ignored her completely.

"I'm sorry to bother you." At this moment, Sang Wan just wanted to be an ignorant person. She deliberately coughed and spoke very loudly. "One massage and one overtime work, should you all be hungry? I brought dumplings, two together. How about something to eat?"

When she was speaking, she had put the thermos barrel on the coffee table in front of the sofa and opened it.

Lin Muchen didn't open his eyes.

"Huh? It's nine o'clock and you still eat?" Gu Jiaojiao's voice was dripping, she stretched her head to look at the dumplings in the thermos, and then looked towards Sangwan, "It's not good to eat at this late. Besides, people I’m losing weight recently, so I don’t even eat dinner~"

As she said, she sighed, moved her hand from Lin Muchen's shoulder, squeezed her waist, which she could almost hold with two hands, and looked sad, "I measured my weight this morning. My weight was over eighty! My God! I don’t want to live anymore!"

"..."

Sang Wan thought about the weight he weighed this morning, one hundred and two.

Damn, can she explode on the spot now?

Gu Jiaojiao returned her hands to Lin Muchen's shoulders, kneading her head and lowered her head to ask him, "My sister sent a supper here, do you want to eat something?"

After a pause, before Lin Muchen could answer, she said again, "I don't think we should eat it anymore. The food itself is not healthy."

The person on the sofa seemed to be asleep, without opening his eyes until the end, his thin lips pressed to remain silent.

At this point, Gu Jiaojiao basically came to a conclusion, "It's a pity, we don't want to eat it too much. Sister, you may have to take the dumplings home."

"That's troublesome."

Sang Wan sat on the sofa opposite Lin Muchen, looked away from his expressionless face as he spoke, and a little self-deprecating flashed in his eyes, "It just happens that I haven't eaten enough at night. What should you do? Don't be disturbed by me. Leave after eating."

As she said, she held a thermos in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and put a dumpling directly into her mouth.

There were more than 20 dumplings in the thermos. Sang Wan stuffed one in his mouth, and he had eaten half of it before ten minutes.

"Yeah, sister, eat slowly, don't choke, no one will grab you!" Gu Jiaojiao's voice rang again, still in a whispering tone, "My sister has such a good appetite, I really envy. Unlike me, two dumplings of this size may be full. Hey, I am too skinny. I often buy clothes with the smallest size too big. No, brother Mu Chen spent a lot of money on specializing. Find someone to make winter clothes for me. If I can be like my sister, I should save Brother Mu Chen a lot of money, right?"

"..."

No matter how good Sang Wan's appetite is, he can't eat more than 30 dumplings, not to mention that there is an upset stomach chirping on the side.

She stuffed two more, feeling that the dumpling stuffing had reached her throat...

This scene is too harsh, she is like an outsider.

vomit--

Sang Wan finally couldn't help but let out a retching. Before the thermos on the table was closed, she covered her mouth and ran out of the office.

There are toilets inside and outside the office.

But in his lounge, Sang Wan would not want to go, she was really scared, if she saw traces of his ambiguity with other women, she would cry out embarrassed.

My stomach is empty after vomiting.

Sang Wan washed her face with cold water before leaving the bathroom. She glanced at the office not far away, but didn't have the courage to go in again.

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Sang Wan didn't go home, so he took a taxi and went directly to Qiao Wan, asking her to come down and give the money.

Fortunately, she could still find such a place in the end...

"Have you quarreled with your man?" Qiao Wan realized when she saw her desperate look.

"Cold war." Sang Wan took off his shoes and put his feet on the sofa. He raised his head and drank half a cup of hot water to make his stomach feel better. "It would be nice if he quarreled with me."

Well, many times, Sang Wan would rather that person quarrel with himself.

But he was always cold and silent when he was angry, just like this time, after so many days of the Cold War, she couldn't even figure out why he was angry.

The most emotional thing is unclear...

Qiao Wan sighed as she looked at the desperate look of her girlfriend, she didn't know what to say to comfort her, after all, she herself was a mess in her married life.

"Then have you eaten dinner?" After a long time, Qiao Wan remembered this question.

"Eat." After a daze, he returned to a daze, but Sang Wan hadn't wandered away, so he paused, and then added, "He's throwing up again."

Qiao Wan raised her eyebrows, "Pregnant?"

"..." The corner of Sang Wan's mouth twitched uncontrollably, "You don't know what my body is like."

"Take your time and don't worry. Besides, you two should have no children in this situation." Qiao Wan was afraid to provoke her sadness, reassured her twice, and asked, "May I make you something to eat?"

"Don't eat." Sang Wan shook his head, and drank the water in the cup, "Lose weight!"

"..."

At night, the two of them slept on the same bed, chatting for a long time, and talking a lot, Sang Wan didn't even know when he fell asleep.

But I didn't sleep soundly, and was awakened by the surrounding movement in the middle of the night.

Qiao Wan was getting dressed, Sang Wan reached out and turned on the lamp, "It's so late, where are you going?"

Qiao Wan had already put on her clothes, but she didn't expect that she had tried her best to lighten her movements or awakened Sang Wan. Her face was uncomfortable for a few seconds. Finally she told the truth, "Fang Jiamu had a car accident.

Fang Jiamu...

To be honest, Sang Wan almost forgot that Qiao Wan was married.

For such a long time, Qiao Wan lived alone in her small apartment before marriage.

Except for the time she had a miscarriage, Sang Wan never saw Fang Jiamu again.

Qiao Wan is stupid...

Stupidly in love with the man who didn't know if he put her in his heart.

For a few seconds, Sang Wan really wanted to wake her up by scolding her, but she didn't think about it until she reached her lips. What qualifications did she have to speak to others on this issue?

"I'll go with you." She lifted the quilt and got up.

Qiao Wan wanted to refuse, but finally nodded, "Okay."

At least if you want to cry later, there is still a shoulder to lean on...

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Except for the occasional ambulance that hurried in and out, the hospital at this point was generally quiet.

It's just that Sang Wan didn't expect to meet an acquaintance.

Fang Jiamu was lying on the hospital bed with a plaster cast on his legs, and Yan Qingzheng blushed with two men with strangely colored hair.

"Fengzi?" Sang Wan recognized one of them at once, mainly because he had only seen it half a month ago.

"Miss Sang, why are you here?" Fengzi pushed on Yan Qing's shoulders, and quickly withdrew from the battle. Seeing Sang Wan, he was slightly taken aback, "Is this cricket on the bed your friend?"

"..."

Known as the Wanderer, Fang Jiamu's face on the hospital bed was red and white and looked ugly. He is a high school teacher. He has always followed the gentle way and frowned. He probably wanted to say that this gentleman asked you to take back what you just said, otherwise I want to pursue your legal liability...

But somehow, I didn't say anything. Instead, I looked at Sang Wan and Fengzi, and finally looked at Qiao Wan with an angry expression, "Do you know?"

Qiao Wan did not react, but Sang Wan did. "What do you mean Fang Jiamu? Fengzi and I know each other, but it has nothing to do with Wanwan!"

"It's okay?" For a moment, Fang Jiamu recognized something, and explained Sang Wan's appearance for Qiao Wan as a guilty conscience. "You two grew up wearing a pair of pants. How many people do you know Qiao Wan don't know? Yes, our husband and wife have conflicts, but this time you did too much. You hired a few punks to hit us. If it wasn't for my quick eyesight and quick hands, are you planning to kill Qing'er?"

"..."

It is really worthy of teaching Chinese, the ability of association is so good!

I probably didn't expect Fang Jiamu to think of her this way, Qiao Wan reacted, "Fang Jiamu, I am such a person in your heart?"

"Otherwise, you can explain to me that she, Sang Wan, is also the governor's daughter anyway, how could she know a few punks with unknown origins!" Fang Jiamu looked angry. He hated Qiao just as much as he protected Yan Qing. Wan, "Qiao Wan, I used to think you were a little trick, but I didn't expect you to be so vicious!"

"Damn! Who do you mean?!" Another Huang Mao next to Fengzi kicked over the bedside table, "Yangzi, you're a gangster, you and your horse are both gangsters, how is Laozi's gangster? !"

When the bedside table fell to the ground, Yan Qing screamed and hid in Fang Jiamu's arms in fright. She burst into tears and said, "Qiao Wan, I beg you to let them go. Jiamu has a concussion. Don't you think it is enough?"

The ward was messy, and the sound of smashing things mixed with screams. Sang Wan looked at the couple of dogs and men on the bed coldly, but Qiao Wan's sleeves were gently pulled down, "Xiao Wan, you let them go..."