Wife-wrapping Addiction: Mrs. Yan's family is not allowed to escape

"It's okay." Lian Cheng shook his head and smiled, "I haven't seen such a big firework before. It was quite fun. I didn't feel sleepy until the end. The wind wasn't too strong. I There is nothing uncomfortable, but the nose is a bit dry, I will drink more water when I go back, are we almost home?"

Yan Qiutong nodded: "Soon."

The phone rang again, and Lian Cheng looked over subconsciously, and vaguely saw the word "Mu", frowned, raised his eyes, and said, "Ms. Mu?"

Yan Qiutong frowned.

"I saw the wooden characters by accident just now," Lian Cheng said casually, looking at the persistently ringing cell phone, and curled his lips, "Aren't you answering? Is there something I need to ask you?"

Although the man's words at night made her displeased, but at this time, at this time, seeing Mu Qingrong's phone call, she still felt somewhat displeased.

Yan Qiutong frowned slightly, well, as expected, the little woman just now is more comfortable, and sighed: "Lian Cheng, Qing Rong will never be your rival in love."

"Rival in love?" Lian Cheng raised her eyebrows. After talking for a while, she woke up a little bit, sat up straight, and sneered, "Yan Qiutong, I never have a rival in love."

How could she give anyone the chance to hurt her?
If there is a rival in love, she is humiliating herself.

"Lian Cheng!" Yan Qiutong restrained his smile, and his tone was a little grave.

Lian Cheng shook her head. Tonight's mood swings were too big, which really consumed her a lot of thoughts. Now she has no thought of arguing. She closed her eyes and said, "Pick up the phone."

Yan Qiutong squinted her eyes. The little girl was obviously resisting the question, so she simply stopped talking. After answering the phone, her tone was subconsciously heavy: "What's wrong?"

The person on the other end of the phone never expected the man's tone to be so bad, and was a little uncertain for a while: "Brother Qiutong?"

"...Qingrong," Yan Qiutong also sensed that his emotions were wrong in an instant, sighed, pinched the root of his nose, and spoke again, his tone softened a lot, "What's wrong?"

"Brother Qiutong," the familiar gentleness of the man made Mu Qingrong calm down, sniffled and made a crying sound, "Brother Qiutong, my ankle is sprained..."

Sprained your ankle?
Lian Cheng glanced at the time, and it was already 01:30 in the morning. At this time, a single woman stays restlessly at home, with a sprained ankle and still looking for a married man. This is really interesting.

Glancing at the man beside him with a smile, Lian Cheng closed his eyes again.

Taking it for granted, Yan Qiutong received Lian Cheng's signal, sighed, with a bit of displeasure: "Qing Rong, it's already early morning, it's inconvenient for you to call me."

"...Brother Qiutong," Mu Qingrong over there didn't seem to expect that Yan Qiutong would directly refuse. After being surprised, he secretly felt wronged and choked up, "Brother Qiutong, are you ignoring me?"

Yan Qiutong was dumbfounded, thinking that his way of handling things tonight was really not right, and sighed: "Why are you still outside so late? It's early in the morning, Qingrong, you sprained your ankle outside, Uncle Mu I know, it should be sad."

Mu Qingrong bit her lip and said quietly: "I know this is wrong, but, but, I just don't want to go back, that's not a home, it's just a house, brother Qiutong, I don't have a home anymore, right? Now, you also……"

lost me...

Obviously, Yan Qiutong also heard what Mu Qingrong hadn't finished saying, the Mu family, he really owed her, and his voice became warmer: "Qingrong, go back, the Yan family will help you, good boy , It's too late, the good girl should go back, I'll ask the family doctor to come over in a while, don't run around, you have to go to work tomorrow."

The man's reassurance made Mu Qingrong calm down a bit, and seemed to have regained some sense, sighed: "Sorry, brother Qiutong, Qingrong has caused you trouble again, I'll take a taxi back and wait for the doctor to come."

Yan Qiutong narrowed his eyes: "Send me the license plate, I'll feel more at ease."

"...Okay." Mu Qingrong felt more and more sad, how could she not be sad with such tenderness?

After hanging up the phone, Lian Cheng seemed to have fallen asleep again, but Yan Qiutong knew that the little girl was not asleep, so she sighed: "Lian Cheng, she is a single girl after all."

"Yan Qiutong, you have to understand," Lian Chengmo said for a long time before he opened his mouth and answered, "The most irresistible thing for a woman is a man's inadvertent tenderness and care. If you really don't want to be with her, If there is anything, it's better to stay away from it."

She fell in love, didn't she lose her heart because of this man's inadvertent tenderness?

Yan Qiutong squinted her eyes, nodded, said nothing, pressed the phone again, and gave some instructions.

When they arrived at the apartment, Yan Qiutong should have greeted the Li family couple early in the morning and left the lights on.

Lian Cheng refused Yan Qiutong's princess hug, got out of the car and went back to the apartment, leaving behind the man with dark eyes.

When Yan Qiutong finished washing, Lian Cheng seemed to have fallen asleep, and his breathing was steady.

Yan Qiutong slowed down his movements, and just when he was about to turn off the wall lamp, the phone turned on again, frowning, it was still Mu Qingrong, thinking of Lian Cheng's words, he simply turned off the button.

Thinking of what Mu Qingrong had experienced, Yan Qiutong felt uneasy again, and waited for a while, but did not wait for the second call. Looking at the time, it was not suitable for calling, so she pressed the A few words, sent a text message, and then lay down.

Mu Qingrong at the other end looked at the scars all over the house, and the glaring red paint that looked like blood in the apartment, and watched the screen of the mobile phone in his hand go black, and sat indifferently at the door.

When the Yan family's family doctor arrived, the woman was in a panic but her eyes were filled with despair. She frowned and looked at the situation in the house. She felt that something was wrong, so she simply called the man.

Yan Qiutong's sleep was very light, and he woke up when the phone vibrated slightly, subconsciously cut off the call, and looked at the frowning little woman beside him.

Lian Cheng woke up, with a bit of irritability, he suppressed and said, "Go ahead."

Yan Qiutong narrowed his eyes and pressed the connect button: "What's wrong?"

"Young Master Yan, something happened to Miss Mu." The voice of the man over there was very serious.

Almost instantly, Yan Qiutong flipped the quilt, stood up, took off her nightgown, and said in a low voice, "Say."

He only worked in one night, how could something happen by such a coincidence?

The man spoke clearly and concisely, and Yan Qiutong's face became more and more ugly, especially when he heard the man talking about the words written with paint in the house, his anger exploded instantly.