Young Master Lu's Warm Wedding and His Lovely New Bride

Seeing Yan Xuewei's "fallen defeat", Fang Miaomiao raised her lips triumphantly, making it as if she had won the battle.

Mu Sishen returned to the ward with An Qianqian, Fang Miaomiao once again blocked Yan Xuewei's path.

"Teacher Yan, isn't it good to face reality? Why make yourself so unbearable?"

Fang Miaomiao stood in front of Yan Xuewei, with her hands around her chest, her appearance looked extremely arrogant.

At this time Yan Xuewei had wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and she looked at Fang Miaomiao blankly.

The smile on Fang Miaomiao’s face was flowery, "Teacher Yan, you have no chance of winning compared with us. Which man does not steal food? In front of a beautiful young girl, no man can hold it."

Fang Miaomiao directly sprinkled salt on Yan Xuewei's wound. After all, she and An Qianqian had no other advantage except for a few years younger than Yan Xuewei.

"You?" Yan Xuewei sharply caught what she meant.

"Uh...I mean, you don't have me and Qian Qian is young." Fang Miaomiao put down her arm and explained in anxious tone.

Yan Xuewei looked at Fang Miaomiao in front of her with plain eyes. This kind of girl in her early twenties put all her thoughts on dealing with men.

She was also miserable, she was actually reduced to, being mocked by such a girl.

Her love was given by herself, and her pain was given by God Musi.

How ridiculous.

Yan Xuewei ignored Fang Miaomiao, and Fang Miaomiao, who was ignored, was upset. What if she was a daughter, wouldn't she still be dumped?

"Hello? Teacher Yan, what are you pretending to be? I'll tell you, I'm talking to you in a good voice, and you have to be reluctant to uncle again. Don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Seeing Yan Xuewei's honest appearance, Fang Miaomiao's appearance as a young lady couldn't stop her.

Fang Miaomiao didn't like Yan Xuewei in her heart. What age is she, and she praised her as a pretty lady, but there are a few bad money in the family. What's so good about.

Now that she can bully Yan Xuewei in this way, she feels a bit of revenge pleasure in her heart.

It feels like, no matter how good you are, why are you still trampled by me?

Listening to Fang Miaomiao's words, Yan Xuewei only found it ridiculous.

She gave a chuckle.

"Hey, what are you laughing at? Teacher Yan, as a human teacher, you have to be a little face, and you are embarrassed to rob the students."

Grabbing objects with students?

She has been with Musshen for more than ten years, so how can she steal it?

"Fang Miaomiao, right?"

Yan Xuewei spoke.

Fang Miaomiao frowned upon hearing this. What did she mean, she was not sure what her name was?

"What are you doing?"

"You have to be impolite to me, why do you want to be impolite to me?"

Yan Xuewei stepped forward, Fang Miaomiao was taken aback, and she subconsciously took a step back.

"I don't care whether you are going to show up for your friends or simply defuse yourself, I am not the one you can bully.

Yan Xuewei's voice was cold, her eyebrows and eyes were full of light.

Her tenderness, her tears, are only for one person.

If the object is not him, then you will see another her.

"You..." Fang Miaomiao swallowed hard, "You are not fierce, you are useless, uncle won't like you."

"Oh? Then he will like you?"

"Hi...what do you like me for, he likes my good girlfriend Qianqian!"

Yan Xuewei raised the corners of her lips slightly, her eyes fixed on the direction of Miao Miao, "Isn't the boyfriend who grabbed my girlfriend particularly exciting?"

Fang Miaomiao opened her mouth, staring at Yan Xuewei in a daze, and then she reacted.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Ha ha."

Yan Xuewei’s pretty face was sarcastically smiled, “Girls from your background want to change their destiny because of their beauty. Rich men, women who have never seen them, you really Think you are lucky?"

"You...what are you talking nonsense? Who do you look down on? I... let's study well, and the uncle really likes shallow. Yan Xuewei, you have a good background, you are beautiful, and the uncle doesn't like you, so it's no use ?"

Fang Miaomiao was confused by Yan Xuewei's words. At this time, she could only follow Yan Xuewei's words and give a counterattack.

Yes, Mu Sishen doesn't like her, she is no good for her.

but--

"I don't have a man, and my wealth, how about you?"

Without a man, what else?

"you!"

Yan Xuewei spoke directly to Fang Miaomiao's pain.

She and An Qianqian are good best friends. Since her uncle pursued An Qianqian, she asked her to rent a house outside together.

But no matter how good the house is, it is rented.

No, she must talk to An Qianqian when she goes back, let the uncle buy her a house!

At this time, Fang Miaomiao was already blushing with a thick neck as Yan Xuewei said.

"Yan Xuewei, don't forget, we are younger than you!" Fang Miaomiao said this again.

She has been pretending to be "tender" since she met Yan Xuewei.

"Heh." Yan Xuewei chuckled lightly.

Seeing Yan Xuewei's contemptuous expression, Fang Miaomiao was so angry that she jumped.

"What are you pretending? We are younger than you and have an advantage over you. You are just an old woman. Which man would like an old woman? You can only cry in front of Qian Qian. Because of Mu Si God, I like shallow, but I don’t like you!"

Fang Miaomiao was irritated by Yan Xuewei, she yelled at Yan Xuewei.

However, Yan Xuewei still had a calm face, and the contemptuous smile on her lips was still there.

"You have to be twenty-one, I'm just a few years older than you, so you call me an'old woman'. Then what is your mother? Is it an old woman?"

"you!"

Fang Miaomiao thought her words would touch Yan Xuewei's sore spot, but she didn't care, and even scolded her mother!

"If you can live in your twenties, you can laugh at other women who are older than you. Otherwise," Yan Xuewei paused, "what right do you have to laugh at others' age?"

Compared with Fang Miaomiao's anxious white face, Yan Xuewei's expression was always calm.

In this world, the only person who can dominate her emotions is God Musi.

Little fish and shrimps like Fang Miaomiao let her, but didn't feel in the mood to take care of her.

Frustrating her, it's just pure inner emotions with nowhere to vent.

Fang Miaomiao is aggressive, catching up to scold him, this can't be stopped.

Fang Miaomiao was defeated by what Yan Xuewei said, but she was still unconvinced.

"Teacher Yan, you really are a teacher, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth. But, what can I say? Uncle's choice is still shallow."

Fang Miaomiao adjusted the target of the attack, and since she couldn't mock her age, she picked her uncomfortable.

However, she underestimated Yan Xuewei.

Yan Xuewei smiled slightly, "I wish her become Mrs. Mu."

After all, Yan Xuewei strode away.

Fang Miaomiao stared at Yan Xuewei's back, and finally stomped her feet with anger.

"You wait! I will let you cry in front of me sooner or later!"

**

Yan Xuewei left with a bit of unwillingness and loneliness in her heart.

In any case, adult love, especially people with the identity of Muss, have to take great risks to fall in love with him.

In the past, Yan Xuewei would only run behind Musshen. Even then, she felt happy, after all, she liked it in her heart.

From now on, she would feel distressed as long as she mentioned Muss.

After learning about the scandal between the god Mu Si and the female student, Yan Xuewei exercised great restraint.

She didn't quarrel with Mu Si God, she just retreated silently and licked the wound alone.

She has been decent enough, but the god Mu Si and them have to provoke her again and again.

Do you think she is not decent enough?

When she got out of the hospital, Yan Xuewei sighed deeply. Even if she convinced herself countless times to be generous and not sad, she still couldn't stop the pain.

She was standing on the side of the road and was about to take a taxi back. At this moment, a man got off and off in a luxury car-Mouslan.

Yan Xuewei stood on the side of the road dreamily.

"Xuewei."

Yan Xuewei raised her head and saw Musram appear in front of her.

She was startled for a moment, "Four brother, why are you here?"

Musram pushed his gold-framed glasses, and he said, "Passing by."

Listening to what he said, Yan Xuewei looked at the left and right roads. This place didn't seem to be the direction to his company.

"What's the matter with you?" Without waiting for Yan Xuewei to speak, Musram asked directly.

"I," Yan Xuewei raised her hand and touched her head, "I have some cold, come over and get some medicine."

"Go home?"

"Ok."

"I see you off."

"Brother, I can just take a taxi and go home by myself."

Yan Xuewei knows how busy he is usually, so she doesn't want to bother him.

"My car is over there." Mouslan ignored Yan Xuewei's refusal and walked straight to his car.

Yan Xuewei frowned slightly, the most characteristic of the Mu brothers is domineering.

This is true even for the taciturn fourth.

Seeing that she couldn't refuse, Yan Xuewei didn't say anything, she followed.

Musram came to the front of the car and opened the door. Yan Xuewei nodded to him and was about to get into the car. At this moment, a man strode over and grabbed her arm.

Before she could react, Yan Xuewei ran into the man's arms directly.

Right now Yan Xuewei smelled the special smell of a man, and she frowned tightly and pushed the man hard.

However, the man is too strong, and she cannot escape.

"Three brothers, you are so old and run so fast, you are not afraid of sudden death?" Musram stood aside and said coldly.

Mu Sishen held Yan Xuewei's arm tightly with his big hand, as if afraid of her running.

He glanced at Mouslan, "Fourth, why should I go, and don't be an eye-catcher here."

Yan Xuewei was impatient and earned again, still unable to.

Mu Si Shen suddenly approached her, "The morning account, we haven't made it clear yet, do you want to speak in front of him?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Xuewei looked at Mu Sishen in surprise.

How excessive is this man!

"Do you want us to talk, or do you want me to talk in front of him?" Mu Si Shen gave her a multiple choice question.

"I have nothing to chat with you."

"I have it with you, that's OK, we will talk here, you morning..."

Mou Sishen's big mouth, he was about to say something when he looked at it, and Yan Xuewei directly covered his mouth in a hurry.

"Brother, I still have something to do. I can go back by myself in a while, thank you."

Yan Xuewei finished speaking in a hurry, and without waiting for Musram's reply, she hurriedly left with Musram.

With a satisfied look on Mu Si Shen's face, Yan Xuewei allowed Yan Xuewei to pull him. He turned around and gave Mou Si Lang a triumphant expression.

naive.