Madam's black history was picked up

Si Tianmu gritted his teeth angrily, and knocked on the door a few more times, but it still didn't open, so he had no choice but to go upstairs fortunately.

Murong Lan saw all of Si Tianmu's actions, and leaned her back against the door: "A Mu, if you can't give your heart to me, then don't give it to anyone."

Crazy flashed in her eyes, then she opened the door and walked out.

When people opened their eyes again, the whole city was covered in white snow.

Anyajie got up early to make breakfast, and when she put the breakfast on the table, Murong Lan also came down from upstairs.

She wore a white sweater with a lapel collar and a knee-length black coat, which was noble and elegant.

Murong Lan heard a voice behind her and turned her head hastily: "Mu, good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

Si Tianmu subconsciously glanced at Anyajie, who was busy at the dining table. This woman never opened the door, answered her phone calls, or texted her, which kept him awake all night.

"I slept well, how about you?"

"Well, I also slept well, and I want to meet today's game in the best condition."

"You must be able to do it, because you have always been excellent."

While the two were talking, they had already arrived at the dining table, and An Yajie took a bowl to serve porridge for the two of them.

Seeing that Anyajie's coat was very thin, Si Tianmu couldn't help but frowned: "Why are you wearing so little? It's cold outside today. Wear it thicker when you go out later."

"I'm not cold." Anyajie handed the porridge to the two of them.

Si Tianmu saw Anyajie's cold expression, and was about to speak, but Murong Lan preempted her.

"An Yajie, do you like the beige coat I wore yesterday? If you like it, I will give it to you. I bought it and only wore it once."

"Are you giving me alms?" Anyajie stared at Murong Lan.

"I, I don't. It's normal for friends to change clothes. When I was in country M, I often changed clothes with my friends."

"Hehe!" Anyajie sneered.

"Change clothes? If I really want to change clothes with you, will you Miss Murong go out in this street stall of mine?" Anyajie stretched out her hands and shook the thin army green coat on her body.

Murong Lan was full of grievances, and looked at Si Tianmu as if asking for help.

"Why are you so angry so early in the morning? Mu Lan has no other intentions."

"Oh, I really don't understand what Miss Mulan meant just now?"

Anyajie stared at Murong Lan closely: "Miss Mu Lan, can you explain? What did you mean just now?"

Murong Lan bit her lip tightly, with a look of bewilderment.

"An Yajie, you're not finished, finish your meal and drive out." Si Tianmu suddenly lost his patience, he was most annoyed by women fussing over trivial matters.

"I think you two are already full after eating." Anyajie grabbed the car keys on the table and strode out the door.

Si Tianmu was so angry, what did this woman eat for breakfast, she was so angry.

"Ah Mu, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing, I don't know Anya Jie..."

"It's okay, don't worry about her, eat quickly, we'll leave after eating, today the snow is heavy and we may walk slowly."

Anyajie sat in the car and waited. When she saw two people wearing the same style of coats coming out together, Anyajie turned her head to one side.

The snow was heavy, and the road was paved with a thick layer. Anyajie stared at the front with concentration and drove very slowly.

Si Tianmu glanced at Anyajie, and leaned over behind her: "Just pull over and stop, I'll drive, the road is too slippery."

Anyajie turned on the right turn signal, and when the two changed places, they simultaneously thought of the scene of changing places in the car a few months ago.

Si Tianmu couldn't help laughing, and Anyajie turned her head to the side in embarrassment.

Murong Lan sat in the back, looked at the two people with different expressions in front, a sneer flashed in her eyes, and she was tightly holding the bag of competition clothes in her hands.

The competition venue was crowded with people, and Si Tianmu and others sat in the auditorium under the guidance of the staff.

On the catwalk, the models walked charming catwalks and showed their clothes to their heart's content. The designer held a microphone and talked about the design inspiration and design intention of his work in the background.

Anyajie stared obsessively at the runway, fashion designer, that was also her dream.

"Ah Mu, their works are so good, I'm so nervous." Murong Lan held Si Tianmu's arm tightly.

"No, after reading so many, I don't think their designs are as good as yours." Si Tianmu patted the back of Mu Ronglan's hand comfortingly.

"The next contestant, No. 103, Murong Lan, please go to the backstage to prepare."

"Ah Mu, it's my turn, it's my turn." Mu Ronglan was extremely excited.

"Don't be nervous, we will accompany you to the backstage together, and you take your clothes away."

"I've been carrying it. I've been carrying it since I left home. My palms are sweating."

"Let's go then."

The three got up and walked backstage.

A tall young girl walked towards the three of them: "Sister Mu Lan."

Murong Lan nodded: "This is my model, CoCo."

"Hello, hello." CoCo glanced at Si Tianmu intentionally or unintentionally.

Murong Lan's eyes flickered, and she handed the bag to CoCo: "Hurry up and change, the next one will be yours."

CoCo took the bag and was dumbfounded after taking out the clothes: "Sister Mulan, how could this clothes..."

Murong Lan's eyes widened in shock, and she snatched the clothes from CoCo's hand, or they were no longer called clothes, but just a pile of rags, rags that had been cut to pieces.

"How did this happen? Why did this happen?" Murong Lan shook her head in disbelief, her body wobbled and almost fell down.

Si Tianmu hurriedly supported Murong Lan, with a shocked expression on his face, why did the clothes designed by Mu Lan become like this?It was fine yesterday.

Anyajie looked at the pile of clothes and frowned.

Murong Lan suddenly went crazy and pushed An Yajie: "It's you, right, ah! You cut my clothes, I have no grievances with you, why do you want to kill me, this is my dream .”

Murong Lan's hysterical roar attracted everyone's attention.

"Woooo... Anyajie, you are so cruel, you ruined my dream, woo..." Murong Lan burst into tears out of control.

Anyajie looked at Murong Lan calmly, and the people around started pointing at Anyajie.

"Why do you say I broke it?" Anyajie said calmly.

"You still quibble, my clothes were fine before I went to bed last night, I had no defense against you at all, not only did I show you the clothes, but I didn't take them back to the room when I went to bed, but put them on the coffee table. "

"The clothes have been in my hands since I got up this morning. Now that the clothes have been cut like this, who else is it but you? Ah! Tell me, is it me?"

Murong Lan lost control of her emotions and pushed Anyajie again. She was pushed back two steps and bumped into Si Tianmu.

Si Tianmu supported Anyajie and looked at her with a face as heavy as water. After a while, Si Tianmu asked, "Is that you?"

Anyajie stared at Si Tianmu for five seconds, and suddenly smiled strangely: "Hehe, guess."

"Crack!" A loud slap.

Anyajie's head was hit sideways, blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, and half of her face immediately swelled up.People around were surprised, how much force did he use?
There was anger in Si Tianmu's eyes: "Why did you do that?"

Anyajie wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, looking at the bright red blood, she kept laughing nervously.

"Hehe, guess again."

"Crack!" Anyajie was beaten back a few steps and almost fell down.

The surrounding people exclaimed in a low voice.

"What qualifications do you have to destroy other people's dreams?" Si Tianmu's palm was aching, but his heart ached even more. Why would An Yajie be such a person.

Anyajie straightened up, put away the smile on her face and looked at Si Tianmu with cold eyes.

Si Tianmu was stung by Anyajie's eyes, and even... began to feel a little flustered.He suppressed the discomfort and avoided An Yajie's cold gaze.

"I think I need to reorganize our relationship." Si Tianmu didn't look at Anyajie.

Anyajie stared at Si Tianmu, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth: "As you wish." Then she passed Si Tianmu.

"Don't go to the Bamboo Forest Villa for now." Si Tianmu didn't look back.

Anyajie stopped where she was, still didn't look back, her tone was already cold: "Please beg me, I won't step in there again." After speaking, she strode out.

Si Tianmu immediately turned around, but Anyajie's figure had disappeared. He subconsciously wanted to run after her, but he just moved his legs.

Murong Lan fell to the ground and wept uncontrollably: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... "

Si Tianmu stopped in his tracks, looked at the direction in which Anyajie disappeared, tightly clenched his fists, finally sighed weakly, knelt down and hugged Murong Lan.

Anyajie walked on the sidewalk with the wind blowing under her feet. The cold wind blew on her face, which hurt like a knife. She thought her heart would hurt more, but she didn't seem to feel anything. I don't know if it was numb or because she didn't care.

Anyajie didn't want to cry, laugh, despair, or even miss her at this moment.

The shelf life of love is short, like eating cream.

On the first day, it was sweet and slippery; on the second day, the taste remained the same, but it didn’t seem to be as much as the first day; on the third day, the cream reached the mouth, like swallowing foam; on the fourth day, it was completely inedible up.

If you have to eat it, it will only make you sick and disgusted.

Anyajie quickly walked to an intersection and was about to cross, when two BMWs stopped on the side of the road, and four burly bodyguards got off one of the cars and surrounded Anyajie.

There was no fear on Anyajie's face, and she didn't think about what these people wanted to do, because she suddenly seemed to be fighting happily.

"Miss An, Mr. Si has an invitation, you can refuse, but there are ten of us, and you will go in the end."

Anyajie raised her eyebrows: "Let's go, I'm shivering from the cold, and I just got into the car to blow some warm air." After she finished speaking, she got into the car directly.

Several bodyguards were stunned, so easy to invite someone?

The car stopped at the entrance of a quiet teahouse.

The bodyguard brought Anyajie into one of the private rooms and then exited respectfully.

Si Zhen sat cross-legged in front of the table, on which was an exquisite tea set.He was making tea, and he didn't stop when Anyajie came in.

Anyajie got straight to the point: "Actually, if you don't come to see me today, I will leave Si Tianmu."