"Ah?" Lan Yanxi couldn't help but stare at him. Is this a deliberate arrangement?

The deputy laughed dryly: "Miss Lan, you can rest assured, I hope you can have more opportunities to communicate with your husband!"

"You have a heart!" Lan Yanxi gave him a white look and closed the door.

It's already past ten o'clock in the evening, Lan Yanxi looked at the neat and elegant guest room, fell on the big bed, rolled around with the quilt in his arms, and buried himself in the quilt.

The freshly washed quilt has a dry and fragrant smell after being exposed to the sun. Living here is much more at ease than in a hotel.

Lan Yanxi rolled around again, sat up, and saw a small refrigerator next to it, with water and fruit on the table next to it.

Lan Yanxi walked over, took an apple and took a bite, it was sweet and crisp.

I don't know if it's a psychological mischief, Lan Yanxi couldn't help sticking to the wall, wanting to hear the movement in the next room.

In the end, I found that the sound insulation here is so good that I can't hear anything.

So, she ran to a small balcony next to her, and as soon as she turned around, she saw a man wearing a dark blue nightgown on another balcony one meter away from her, with a cigarette in his hand, and his dark eyes were looking towards her.

Lan Yanxi's action of biting the apple froze, and her beautiful eyes looked at the man on the opposite balcony in astonishment.

Ling Mofeng didn't say anything to her, he just pressed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray next to him, then, without looking at her any more, he opened the balcony door and entered his bedroom.

Lan Yanxi's beautiful eyes were wide open, and she suddenly felt so embarrassed.

Ling Mofeng didn't even say hello to her. Could it be that he was really mad at her?

Lan Yanxi couldn't help pulling out the long hair that fell on her eyes, and then she remembered that she still looked like a ghost, so it's no wonder Ling Mofeng didn't want to pay attention to him.

Lan Yanxi hurried into the bathroom and saw the person in the mirror. She rolled her eyes in disgust, and then she ran out and took a bottle of potion. The tattoo on her body can actually be washed off with potion. She originally wanted to have a real tattoo, but then she was really afraid of pain. In the end, she only used stickers to stick the pattern on her skin. It looked like it was tattooed, but it was actually washable. It was exaggerated, hanging loosely on her shoulders.

"Tired!" Lan Yanxi rubbed the potion on the tattooed area, and scrubbed vigorously.

I didn't expect that I was tossing in vain, Ling Mofeng was not intimidated by her at all.

That man's concentration is really good, he is neither angry nor disgusted, he treats her as he should.

However, Lan Yanxi was a little bit shocked by the indifferent figure of the man leaving just now.

She thought that Ling Mofeng was a man, so he would take the initiative anyway, but now it seems that she was thinking too much, maybe Ling Mofeng didn't want to marry her at all.

If this is the case, then how to understand what he said at the dinner table?

He said that if he married her, he would make himself fall in love with her and never fall in love with other women again. Can he really do what he says?

Forcing yourself to love someone you don't can seem like a very difficult challenge.

Lan Yanxi tossed until more than twelve o'clock in the evening, and finally returned to her original appearance. She was tired and paralyzed, and lay directly on the bed, falling asleep in a trance.

In the early morning of the next day, when Lan Yanxi heard someone knocking on the door, she sat up suddenly, tightened her pajamas nervously, walked to the door, and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a professionally dressed woman, who said to her politely: "Miss Lan, Mr. Ling asked you to come over for breakfast!"

"Oh, thank you, I'll pack it up and go there!" Lan Yanxi nodded to her and glanced at the time.

Six thirty in the morning?

"I'm going, what kind of biological clock is this? You got up so early?" Lan Yanxi tugged at her long hair. She really couldn't match his outrageous schedule. JrNovels.com