Chapter 11: Shui Anluo, come back to your room

"Something?" Chu Cuiyi hung up the phone, dropped the phone on the table, and looked up at Shui'anluo who came over.
Shui Anluo was also watching him, but as always, he couldn't see anything.
"Cumpy wings, shouldn't you suddenly find you are in love with me?" Shui Anluo said with a smile.
Chu Cuiyi looked at her coldly, and Shui Anluo was numb with scalp, and he could only wave his hand: "Just a joke, don't take it seriously, how unfortunate are the women you see."
Chu Cuiyi: "..."
His face became darker.
"Well, he's going to find justice for Shui Anjiao." Shui Anluo said lightly, but she still felt a little distressed, but she didn't say that she was all right.
He, her father, had a quiet voice, but the pain in her heart was probably only known to her. It was a scar that could never get through, no crusting, no healing, and it stood there so bloodily.
"It's just boring." Chu Cuiyi said, got up and walked to her. "Say, what's the matter?"
"I'm here to negotiate with you about the third chapter of the law." Thinking of his purpose, Shui Anluo took a step back and looked at him as if prepared.
"Three chapters of the law?" Chu Muyi raised his eyebrows, playing with these four words lightly, "Shui Anluo, do you think you have the right to three chapters of the law with me?"
Shui Anluo blinked, "Well then, what about the three chapters between you and me? What will I set?" Shuianluo resolutely changed her voice, and she really spoke well.
Chu Cuiyi: "..."
"Not so good." Chu Muyi glanced coldly at her, and then went over her.
"Ah, don't be so stingy." Shui Anluo hurriedly followed him out. "How can I be your son's mother?"
Shui'anluo's voice dropped, and the people in front stopped suddenly. Shui'anluo didn't notice it, and slammed into his hard back.
"Oh ..." Shui Anluo touched his nose and looked up at the man who stopped suddenly in regret and disappointment.
Chu Cuiyi looked back at her, and snorted coldly, "Isn't it evidence of your derailment during your marriage?"
amount--
Shui Anluo rubbed the tip of his nose and shifted his goal. President Chu's temper must not change.
"Well, let's ..."
Before Shui Anluo's words were finished, the door of the house was opened. Shui Anluo looked back, and the eye was the fiery red called the burning bag.
An Fengyang, no one except him would burn the bag like this.
But An Fengyang has the keys to his home?
Is it?
Sui Anluo suddenly looked up at Chu Muyi.
it is true!
The men who came in obviously saw them, with delicate eyebrows raised slightly, a pair of thin lips with a sharp edge of tenderness, and fair skin was a little more delicate than her.
"Demon!" Shui Anluo whispered, who made the man look better than her, yes, it is good-looking, not Chu handsome.
"Ao, Xiao Luoluo, you scold me again." An Fengyang came over holding his chest pretending to be injured, but was kicked directly by Chu Qiyi.
"I heard you wrong, I was bragging about you." Shui Anluo rolled his eyes, looked at An Fengyang up and down, and looked back at Chu Cuiyi, finally resting his hand on An Fengyang's shoulder, and whispered: " You are-accept it. "
Chu Cuiyi's eyes fell on the jade hand that Shui Anluo put on An Fengyang's shoulder, and a few creases appeared on the bright and forehead. This scene, looking at-glare.
"Shui Anluo, come back to your room." Chu Muyi said coldly.
Shui Anluo froze slightly, as if he saw the contemptible factor in his eyes, and she let go of An Fengyang awkwardly. She seemed to be stunned by the man of Chu Cuiyi, so Chu Cuiyi was so angry.