"Honey, I just had a detailed chat with my brother-in-law..." This sentence successfully stopped Su Mumu's movements.

Bad guy, bastard, bastard... Su Mumu cursed all the dirty words in her heart.

Jian Yi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night sky outside, thinking about the little woman gritting her teeth now, feeling extremely happy:

"Honey, I like both red and black, but I don't like mixing and matching."

What mix and match? Su Mumu is confused, red and black? [

A man's evil chuckle came from the microphone, which sounded ambiguous.

When Miss Su realized what the mix-up was, the only sound coming from the receiver was the beep of hang up.

Red and black, she just likes to wear a black bra, what’s wrong with wearing red panties?

Su Mumu pressed the power off button fiercely, threw the sinful mobile phone away, buried her head in the pillow, bit the pillow and cursed:

Dead man, dead man, a sullen and obscene man, I curse you to be a slave for the rest of your life and never be able to turn around!!!

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Thanks to that simple phone call, Su Mumu spent the whole night wandering in nightmares.

There is a scene that keeps appearing in the dream: Young Master Jian is chasing after her on the street, swinging a red triangular ball in her hand, "Miss, Miss, your things are lost..."

Early the next morning, before Su Mumu woke up from Young Master Jian's entanglement, a sound came from the glass in her room. The sound continued, once every second, and it was very regular, and it would not stop if it was ignored.

Situation.

Su Mumu couldn't bear it anymore, lifted the quilt, and opened the window angrily.

Outside the courtyard downstairs, he was wearing a simple black windbreaker and fashionable jeans. His short hair was neatly combed, and a few strands of hair in front were slightly draped down, making him look a little greener.

The monster has changed his hairstyle and looks even more graceful. Just by looking at it, he is indeed a high-quality man with a delicate appearance, a beautiful figure, and an elegant temperament, but...

Su Mumu's eyes moved down to his hand. The man's right hand was raised high, with a stone between his index finger and thumb, and a handful of prepared stones in the heart of his left hand.

When I saw her opening the window, I immediately smiled, her expression was pure and innocent, but there was something rogue in it. She looked like a monster no matter how I looked, "Wife"

The corner of Su Mumu's mouth twitched, "Master Jian, how old are you? You are going to smash my window, and I have to shave your eyebrows."

Eyebrows shaved? Jian Yi raised his eyebrows. This was not a good hobby. He dropped the stones in his hands, clapped his hands, raised his head and waved to her, "Come down!"

Am I a dog? I will come as soon as you wave. Boss Su Mumu was unhappy and prepared to close the window.

"Wife" Jian Yi shouted loudly.

Su Mumu turned her head and glared at him fiercely, "I'm coming down, don't shout!" Are you afraid that the neighbors won't know? [

Then he looked around to make sure no one heard his cry, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and uttered two words in a cold voice to the man downstairs: "Wait."

Su Mumu slammed the window shut, and the window glass swayed a few times on the old wooden frame, teetering on the edge of collapse, and it was extremely dangerous.

They quickly washed up and dressed. They had lived in the alley for more than 20 years, and even if they couldn't name the neighbors, they knew each other.

That dead man calls his wife so openly outside, it's strange that the affair between them is not known.
Chapter completed!