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

Ji Ziyang stretched out his hand to pull her to sit down on the side seat, grinning brightly, "Don't be so noisy, Yu Mupi, accompany me to finish this movie, there are only 10 minutes left."

This is already the third movie he has watched tonight.

Jiang Muyu calmed down, shocked by the coldness of Ji Ziyang's palm, but seeing how he was staring at the big screen, she finally endured it.

She looked at the big screen. This movie is the latest to be released, and the plot is now coming to an end.

Jiang Muyu couldn't see anything either.

She turned her head to look at Ji Ziyang, looked at the man's sharp side face, and looked extraordinarily serious watching the movie, as if all her attention was on the plot of the movie.

Jiang Muyu realized in a daze, since when did Ji Ziyang lose all his youthful impetuosity and become calm and mature.

She still remembered, when he first returned to China three years ago, that golden and flamboyant hair!

"Hey, I wanted to finish watching this movie." Ji Ziyang suddenly turned his head to look at her, with a smile on his lips, "But you always stare at me like a tiger, I can't stand it anymore."

Jiang Muyu curled her lips, and complained habitually, "I was looking at Ji Tuhao, you are so handsome, I couldn't help but take another look."

"Hey, your head is elm, but your eyes are sharp."

Ji Ziyang smiled brightly.

But this smile, under the dim light in the theater, Jiang Muyu felt that it didn't look good at all.

Jiang Muyu frowned, "You smile so ugly, don't laugh if you don't want to! Ji Tuhao, are you angry? Because I've been late for so long."

Doesn't that count as being late?
Nearly five hours, the movie can end.

Ji Ziyang turned his head and looked at the big screen again, "No, I'm not angry!"

If you weren't angry, how could you be the way you are now?

Jiang Muyu really wanted to ask loudly, but she couldn't say anything later, and finally just spit out two words: "Liar!"

My heart is a little uncomfortable.

She would rather Ji Ziyang be like that, just yelling at her directly.

The corner of Ji Ziyang's mouth twitched, and he looked at the big screen, "Jiang Muyu, I once said that I like you, right!"

"Yes."

In the situation where she thought it was impossible to break the tacit understanding between the two.

Ji Ziyang smiled wryly, "Tell me, do you really love Huo Beicheng?"

Jiang Muyu paused, looked at him, and didn't speak for a long time.

"I want to hear the truth."

Jiang Muyu: "Yes, I love him. I have liked that man since I was a child, and I still do the same now."

Even though she had suffered so much, she still had to admit it.

"That's good!" Ji Ziyang's voice remained the same, "You go first, Elm Pimple."

Jiang Muyu looked at him and blurted out, "What about you?"

Ji Ziyang turned to look at her, his smile was almost too bright, "Of course I read the last point, you elm-headed one, I've seen the end, of course I have to finish it before leaving."

After a pause, he said again: "Don't tell me, you came alone so late."

Jiang Muyu shook his head, "My brother sent me here."

"Well, let's go, don't get in the way of me watching the last highlight." Ji Ziyang waved his hand, looking impatient to chase people away.

Jiang Muyu looked at him hesitantly for a few seconds, making sure that he was really watching the movie seriously, and then left the theater.