Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

To rule the world, I didn't expect that she would have such a day.

Jiang Muyu was immersed in her imagination, and finally couldn't help but shuddered violently.

The phone was still vibrating crazily, and Lu Jiaqi, who had been up all night, obviously had no plans to take a rest.

Lu Jiaqi: "Come on, baby, as a friend, let's make an appointment for an interview first!"

Jiang Muyu boldly threw out a few words: "No problem, how many do you want, ten or twenty, you decide."

Lu Jiaqi: "Hey, this editor likes you as a direct celebrity, without airs, kind and easy to talk to."

"necessary!"

While answering the news from Lu Jiaqi, she went to Weibo to refresh, clicked through everything about half of the country, and went in to watch all kinds of videos and pictures.

The more I look at Jiang Muyu, I can't help but want to laugh.

She couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth, clicked on a small video of Huo Beicheng appearing and dragging her out, and watched it several times in a row.

The man's voice came out from the phone, and ripples spread in Jiang Muyu's heart.

"Hee hee, it really sounds like a dialogue in a novel. Looking at it this way, why does it feel like I have become the heroine of an idol drama?"

With a smile on her face, Jiang Muyu threw her phone aside, and rolled on the bed with her pillow in her arms, and there were a few snickers from time to time.

I can still hear various voices from the video on my phone...

……

Huo Beicheng had just passed the door of Jiang Muyu's room when he heard his own voice coming from the room.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, and was just about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but before touching the door panel, he landed on the doorknob.

The door wasn't locked, it was just closed.

First Young Master Huo pushed open the door and looked, seeing the little woman rolling on the bed, his eyes couldn't help but a little more doting and smiling.

This little girl, her habits haven't changed a bit.

Jiang Muyu liked to roll on the bed when he was a child, because he was worried that she would sleep restlessly, so he specially laid a thick carpet on the floor of her room before.

As a result, who would have thought that this guy would have another problem of rolling on the carpet.

In the mobile phone, the sound is still coming continuously...

Young Master Huo subconsciously slowed down his steps, walked to the bed, and watched a certain little woman with her head stuck on the pillow, her little head with disheveled hair shaking back and forth, like a kitten playing coquettishly .

"Is the video good?"

He spoke abruptly, and his eyes narrowed slightly towards the mobile phone beside the bed.

The next moment-

Jiang Muyu popped his head out of the pillow, turned his head, and stared at him with big eyes.

Blink, blink, she squeezed her eyes hard again.

After a few seconds,
"Ah - Young Master Huo, why are you here? When did you come in?"

Jiang Muyu belatedly let out a scream, and suddenly turned over from the prone position and jumped up. The movement of getting up was so violent that his brain ran out of blood for an instant, and his eyes suddenly went dark.

Ruined!
Three words flashed through her mind, and Jiang Muyu lost her balance. She still had time to flash a series of words in her mind: Fortunately, I didn't wear a nightdress!
The imagined pain didn't come, Jiang Muyu only felt a force on his waist, and his whole body had regained his footing.

"Want to throw yourself into your arms? Xiaoyi, remember to change your clothes first!"

While her eyes were gradually recovering, she heard Huo Dashao's voice at the same time.

Jiang Muyu stared blankly at the monstrous face so close, she was taken aback...