The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Ye Yuchen suddenly stopped.

However, just when he thought that Mu Wanqing was reluctant to bear him, and wanted to keep him, the girl handed over the jam-spread toast, "You have a bad stomach, you want to eat dinner."

Only Wangzai steamed buns will have stomach problems.

Therefore, Piguipi, her man still has to take care of it after the skin is finished.

Ye Yuchen's thin lips lightly hooked, "Okay."

He immediately asked Mr. Pan to pack the toast, and left the rose garden with a small paper bag, and went to Di Sheng Group to finalize the bid.

In a few days, that piece of land will be tendered...

Mu Wanqing has only half a day of class today. She wanted to go directly to the Disheng Group after class, but was stopped by Jian Xi.

"disease……"

The young man carefully tugged at the corner of her clothes, his eyebrows frowned, and waves in his clear eyes made waves, adding a touch of sadness and a little gloom.

"Why are you suddenly concerned about my condition?" Mu Wanqing bit his finger, "It's really fine."

The point is, there is nothing to do.

"Like me." Jian Xi's eyebrows furrowed tighter, he bulged his cheeks, and seemed extremely dissatisfied, "I see."

He saw Ye Yuchen asking Qiao Wei about her whereabouts, and also saw Qiao Wei holding the small white medicine bottle in her hand.

But why would Qiao Wei know her whereabouts and have her first aid...

Unless, his Qing Qing is Qing Chen.

"What did you see?" Mu Wanqing didn't hesitate to photograph Jian Xi's face with the copy of "Actor's Self-cultivation", covering his mouth.

Jian Xi blinked innocently.

He grabbed the book with his slender and white fingers. He slowly tore it off and tilted his head, "Game, see."

Mu Wanqing's heart was slightly startled.

She recently met with Jian Xi on the day of the Ace Song Contest, so what exactly did he see?

Seeing her sick... or guessing more...

"Qingqin is great." Jian Xi's eyes were shining, and the dimples on her white cheeks were sweet and lovely. "It sounds good."

His leaning, singing is super nice.

However, Jian Xi suddenly remembered that Mu Wanqing might have fallen ill after walking off the stage.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips, "Ill, it's not good...I hate it."

Mu Wanqing's face turned pale.

Although Jian Xi didn't explain the words coherently, but based on these key words, she has thoroughly understood...

Jian Xi not only knew that she was Qingchen, but also knew that she had been ill on the day of the Ace Song Contest.

"Senior Jian, don't talk nonsense." Mu Wanqing was a little flustered.

It was already unexpected to let Jian Xi know that he had a heart disease... It's better now, he knows more.

Jian Xi bulged his cheeks, "Nothing."

He didn't talk nonsense to her, nor did he talk to others.

"Don't tell me." The young man raised his eyes, his eyes were clear and moist, and those eyes couldn't lie.

He was very sincere and never thought of hurting Mu Wanqing.

The girl sighed embarrassingly, "Forget it."

Jian Xi has indeed been doing good for her, since she has promised, she should not be exposed.

"Senior Jian, then you have to remember that you can't tell these two secrets, you can't talk to anyone." Mu Wanqing pleaded.

Jian Xi nodded seriously, "Yes."

"I'm with Qingqin, two people, secret." He smiled and showed his dimples, stretched out his little finger, and wanted to pull the hook with her.

Mu Wanqing waved his hand, "Then thank you Senior Jian."

As for the hook, let's forget about such an intimate action.