Quickly wear the water of trouble: after being cheated on, the yandere male protagonist turned evil

Chapter 395 Miss Republic of China, She is Charming (19)

Bai Wu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

After Mu Beichen saw a trace of fear in her eyes as he wished, he raised the corners of his lips and said, "Then that person's head exploded, and I'm still alive until now."

He raised his fingertips and rubbed gently on the girl's porcelain-like cheeks. The soft touch made his throat tighten uncontrollably, and the faint jasmine fragrance on the girl's neck made him want to go crazy even more.

"So Ah Wu, don't try to escape from me, it's useless."

Their fate has become a fetter as early as in the previous life.

Bai Wu gritted her teeth, leaned against the pillar and turned her head, trying to put a distance away from him: "So the governor wants to make things difficult for others?"

"No, I said it, I will give you time to think about it." Mu Beichen's eyes gradually became playful, "Think about whether to accept my overture, or to use the entire Bai family against me."

He didn't intend to expose his true colors to threaten her.

But she challenged his bottom line again and again.

He couldn't bear that the person who should have been his wife now had someone else in his eyes.

In the end, he took Bai Wu's hand, and pressed a domineering kiss on the back of her white hand.

It was the last concession he could make.

If it weren't for her trembling body like a frightened deer, and her eyes like raindrops, he might have eaten her long ago.

Mu Beichen came in a mighty manner, and left in a mighty manner with others.

Bai Wu restrained her cunning, pretended to wipe away the non-existent tears in the corner of her eyes, and then returned to the living room.

Seeing her slightly red eyes, Mrs. Bai thought she was being bullied by Mu Beichen, and immediately became angry and annoyed: "This Governor Mu is too outrageous, even if he likes you, how can he treat a girl like this!"

Bai Wu patted Mrs. Bai's hand reassuringly: "Mummy, I'm fine, he didn't do anything to me."

Only then did Mrs. Bai feel relieved, but then she thought of Mu Beichen's words and deeds just now, and couldn't stop worrying: "Ah Wu, don't worry too much, if you really don't want this marriage, Mommy Dad and I will definitely find a way to divorce you."

Bai Wu sighed, and frowned slightly: "The other party is Mu Beichen, how can it be so easy... Mommy, how about this, I'll move out for a while, just to avoid the limelight."

Mrs. Bai and Bai Jingming looked at each other, the worry on their faces was self-evident: "How can this be done, you are a girl, it's so inconvenient..."

"Mummy." Bai Wu interrupted Mrs. Bai softly, "Firstly, I don't want him to disturb you, and secondly, my newspaper office has been on the right track recently, and I have to deal with many things myself. Make it easier."

Even though Mrs. Bai was reluctant to give up in every way, but seeing her daughter's firm attitude, she also agreed.

The move was finalized very quickly, and when Mrs. Bai saw the gradually empty room, she couldn't hold back her tears.

Although Bai Jingming was reluctant, he still pretended to be calm and comforted his wife: "Well, Ah Wu didn't go abroad, she just moved to Changping Street. I'll drive there in half an hour. If you miss her, I'll take you there anytime."

Bai Wu smiled and hugged Mrs. Bai: "Father is right, I am already an adult, if I stay at home all day, I will be laughed at to death."

Mrs. Bai sighed helplessly: "Everyone's ladies don't leave the door and don't go out. They wish to stay at home for the rest of their lives. It's good for you. You want to run out all day long."

Bai Wu stuck out the tip of her tongue, raised her skirt and stepped into the back seat of the car.

Madam Bai waved at her, then took a small box from the servant and put it in her arms.

"Governor Mu sent this over a few days ago. Mommy didn't open it. It's up to you to decide whether to leave or stay."

When the car door closed, Bai Wu narrowed her eyes slightly.

Mu Beichen gave her?
Then she wants to see what it is.

The red sandalwood box contains nothing but a cheongsam.

Bai Wu recognized the material of the brocade weaving at a glance.

But this one seems to be more exquisite than the one Ji Ganchuan gave her. The light pink fabric is also mixed with gold threads. Looking at it, it is a gorgeous color, like the clouds flowing from the sky, dazzling.

There are also large red flowers embroidered with Su embroidery on it, and the stitches are dense and dense. At first glance, it looks like a boutique made by a top embroiderer.

Bai Wu recognized this flower.

It's poppies.

The original owner's favorite flower.

She still remembered that the original owner finally asked Mu Beichen to go shopping with her, and fell in love with a cheongsam similar to this one at a glance in a clothing store.

But when she introduced it to Mu Beichen enthusiastically, the other party just glanced at it indifferently and said: "The color is too bright, you are not suitable."

Afterwards, he followed the hurried subordinates away, leaving the original owner alone on the busy street.

The heart of the original owner died in this indifference and abandonment again and again.

Since the heart is dead.

Why should she let it come alive?

A sneer gradually appeared in Bai Wu's eyes.

Or say that men are dogs.

Things that were considered trivial in the previous life are now regarded as treasures.

The things the original owner wanted were delivered to her only after they died.

Bai Wu's long armor scratched across the smooth material, smiling sweetly:
"Poppy poppies, if I remember correctly, are the flowers that represent life and death."

Farewell to you and me in the previous life.

Why don't I send you away in this life.

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Mu Cheng returned home as usual.

But today's Changping mansion is not as quiet as usual.

He has lived here since he moved out of Mu Mansion a few years ago.

Not only is it close to the police station, but more importantly, there are not many residents in the mansion, so it can be kept quiet almost all day long.

He works night shift most of the time, and it is common for him to go home at three or four in the morning.

So you need enough sleep during the day.

Changping Mansion is the best choice for him.

But today, after he got off work on time, he bumped into several big men carrying cardboard boxes up and down.

The destination is 403 opposite him.

Mu Cheng is somewhat sensitive to this number.

When he was performing missions on the ship, he did not know how many times he had knocked on the guest room 403, and how many times he had opened the door to reveal the charming smiling face of that person.

Mu Cheng has a headache.

All right, why did he think of that woman again?

Mu Cheng took one last look at the cardboard boxes piled up in the 403 opposite, and closed the door of his house expressionlessly.

Hopefully the new neighbors are a quiet one.

But the next day his wish was in vain.

After get off work, Mu Cheng had just stepped up the steps on the fourth floor when he saw the cardboard box left at his door.

The carton was not packed properly, and the clothes inside were scattered all over the floor.

No need to think about it, it must be the new person who moved in from the opposite side.

Mu Cheng didn't plan to take care of it at first, but now it's already one o'clock in the morning, and he continued to catch up on sleep.

At this point, there must be no one on the other side awake.

But just as he took out the key and was about to open the door, he accidentally glanced at the box of clothes from the corner of his eye, flicked his fingertips, and with a "click", the key fell to the ground.

What was scattered on the ground was not other clothes, but several pieces of underwear.

The sparse fabric and hot color made Mu Cheng's face darken instantly.

He had already foreseen the end that he would sit idly by.

That was being poked at the spine by the aunts and uncles upstairs and downstairs who passed by tomorrow morning and scolded the pervert.

There was no way, Mu Cheng squatted down with half-closed eyes, picked up the few thin pieces of poor fabric with his fingertips, and quickly stuffed them into the cardboard box.

Then, with a sullen face, he knocked on the opposite door.

But when he suddenly realized that it was early morning, he stopped again, and put the carton on the ground with a displeasure on his face.

But just as he bent down, the door opened.

(End of this chapter)