blogombal Chapter 272: The History of a Beijing Dandy Chasing a Wife 19
Chapter 272: The History of a Beijing Dandy Chasing a Wife 19
Jian Tinghe reached out and supported Su Muyu's chin, applying a little force to make him look up at him.
I repeat, "I am a man."
I continued to grow my hair because I was weak when I was a child.
The elders in my family have a custom of "braiding the child's hair for life". They let him keep his hair out of love and blessing.
Later, I successfully strengthened my body through exercise, but as time went by, I got used to it and just kept it all.
He doesn't have any gender identity disorder.
Jian Tinghe also knew the saying "wife is just a feeling, not a gender".
But the other party's dark history was surprisingly thick, making it impossible for him to determine whether there was any abnormal fantasy involved.
The moment I thought about the possibility, negative emotions came flooding back.
Su Muyou also felt a little bitter.
Under the influence of the real role error, he tasted the bitterness of love for the first time.
The corners of his mouth drooped, a little aggrieved, "I know you are a man."
Jian Tinghe's breath caught when he sensed his expression.
It was like being poured with a bucket of cold water.
He adjusted his emotions and calmed down, "Sorry."
The hand that was holding the person up loosed its strength, and apologetically pressed and rubbed the original position a few times.
But at this time Su Mu was not grateful. He shook his head and got out of control.
It’s one thing to understand the other person’s thoughts, but the gap between them is indeed something that cannot be digested all at once.
He replied sullenly, "You can record it or not."
The temper of the second-generation rich is not very good to begin with.
Jian Tinghe saw that he had a sullen face. Unlike the lively look when they were arguing with each other in the car, he now looked really angry.
Suddenly I felt a little nervous.
Jian Tinghe held his hand without thinking, "I'll record it."
The momentum was the weakest in the two days since we met.
Su Muyou shook it off.
Although his wrist didn't feel any pain from being held tightly, he still didn't try to shake it off.
This dog is not only strong, but also very skillful!
He gritted his teeth and said, "Then just record it, why are you dragging me?"
Upon hearing this, Jian Tinghe did not let go of his hand, but simply put his empty left hand into the identification slot of the smart lock.
He pursed his lips. He had never coaxed anyone before and was not familiar with the business.
But it’s never wrong to admit your mistakes. “I’m sorry, I misunderstood.”
Su Muyou was a little dazed.
For a moment, there was a feeling of polar reversal.
He still had a tense expression, but the anger in his heart had subsided a lot, "Yeah."
I said sorry for my rude behavior and I also said sorry for my wrong thinking.
If he continues to care about it, it will make him seem stingy.
Of course, he would forgive so easily, not only because the character's background was indeed fucked up, but also because it was the other party's first time losing his temper.
The second time, it won’t be so easy to talk to!
The smart lock responded quickly and entered the new fingerprint information soon.
When Jian Tinghe opened the door in this way again, he was able to enter smoothly.
This time, Su Muyou no longer had the interest to continue opening and closing the door.
With the other party's worried support, he walked into the entrance and pressed the switch next to the door.
The pitch-dark room suddenly became bright.
There was a faint grapefruit scent of air freshener wafting into my nose.
While he was out having fun, the housekeeper had already come and cleaned the house.
Su Muyou suddenly whispered, "You're so fierce, you're the only one who has entered your fingerprints, you scumbag."
The two of them were so close that even when one was mumbling something to himself, the other didn't miss it.
A trace of confusion flashed across Jian Tinghe's eyes.
Just a scumbag?