His Wife Calls The Shots

But she remembered that before, Cang Zeyue particularly disliked her mentioning other men, including Cui Jinghuan.

Now I personally arranged this out. I think about it because I don't have love in my heart, so it doesn't matter.

The sparkle in her eyes dimmed and she turned to look at the man behind her.

"Is this the surprise you said?"

"Don't like it?" He looked lazy and light.

"That's not it. As long as I want to, I can see him every day. If you have the ability, you can invite a real person so that I can talk to him and eat with him every day. This is a surprise."

She spoke this paragraph gently and slowly, which to a man was like breaking the single-plank bridge under his feet with a saw.

She is the saw hand and he is the bridge.

Every additional word he said was a test of his bearing capacity.

Lu Wanyu didn't know what he was thinking, only felt that those eyes had a deep look, and she quickly suppressed her provocative energy.

She lost her interest in quarreling, turned and walked towards the door: "Forget it, bye."

The wrist tightened, she was pulled back by the man, and her back leaned against his chest.

His hands circled her waist, forming a strong barrier.

"Let go." She faintly suppressed her anger.

He lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance of her hair, with deep consideration hidden in his deep eyes.

After a while, he loosened his arms and let go of her.

She was about to leave, but was cut off by him.

"If you don't like it, just treat it as if I bought it for Nuannuan. The password is your birthday. You can change it to whatever you want. Now you are the master and I will go."

He smiled lightly, like a handsome gentleman, picked up the escape from the side, and walked with long legs.

Lu Wanyu stared at his back and found that his legs seemed to have rooted, and somehow he couldn't walk.

There was a sound of closing the door in the hallway, and then it was completely silent.

She was suddenly covered in bottomless loneliness, and even looking at the smiling face of the idol, she couldn't relieve herself in the slightest.

And she didn't know that Cang Zeyue's elevator stopped after going down one floor.

He walked out of the elevator freely and directly opened the door of this house.

The two houses are upper and lower neighbors.

He opened the refrigerator to find a bottle of ice water and drank half a bottle, turned his head and saw the advertisement outside the window, with disdain in his eyes, strode over and closed the curtains.

The phone on the table suddenly lights up, and the words "Ms. Shen" are clearly in front of my eyes.

His eyes were indifferent, and he continued to drink while holding the water bottle, slowly and slowly, not in a hurry.

But the phone on the table has slowly moved to the edge of the table with the vibration, and it is about to fall.

In an instant, a good-looking hand grabbed it and slid to hang up the phone.

After a while, it rang again.

There was a slight irritation between his brows.

"Is there anything? Ms. Shen."

There was silence over there.

After a few seconds-

"Zeyue, are you still angry with your mother?"

"It's okay to hang up." His voice was extremely cold, his handsome face covered with cold frost.

"Choose Yue!" The female voice was anxious.

He stopped, silent.

"I've heard about everything over there. Since you really don't like doing business, my mother won't force you anymore. I want to tell you that you can do whatever you want in the future. Mom will definitely support you."

"Oh, thank you Ms. Shen."

"Zeyue, do you have to be angry with your mother? I am a mother."

"Mom?" His voice was mixed with a little smile.