Chapter 93 Jealous

Mu Yuansheng frowned, did he say that about himself?

Like a villain, Meng Ying casually picked up a whole brick on the ground and weighed it in her hand.

That ruffian upper body, where there is no innocence, is just a devil in a princess dress.

"Using the atmospheric pressure to create a powerful airflow to repel those who come to the door, so as to protect the house. If you are really the owner of this house, and you are really for the ancestors, then I can still respect you. Unfortunately, you are not."

Both the thin man and the strong man panicked.

They have been here for so long, and no one has ever dared to come to the door so directly to expose them.

It seems that this time I can't hold it.

"Are you from Lanchen?" the thin man asked.

Mu Yuansheng looked at Meng Ying.

Did Lanchen ask her to come?

Meng Ying walked over with a brick and tilted her head, "So, you are here not to prevent road construction, but to guard..."

She stared at the expressions of the two, and her eyes fell on the Broken Dragon Mountain next to the house.

Seeing her eyes fall on Broken Dragon Mountain, both the skinny man's and the strong man's expressions changed.

Meng Ying threw the bricks on the ground and clapped her hands, "It really is for Duanlong Mountain."

Mu Yuansheng narrowed his eyes and remained calm.

They tied people up and threw them into the house, and stood at the door, looking at Broken Dragon Mountain.

"Lan Chen asked you to come?" Mu Yuansheng held back for a while, he kept thinking why she came to such a place suddenly.

If he didn't follow, would she have come with Lanchen?

Walking through the grove together, being arranged in the same room by the old man like last night?

Lanchen is prettier than women, she must like it.

The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel. I keep saying that I want to get him, but I have a secret with another man, and I don't let him know.

Mu Yuansheng's chest was a little congested.

Meng Ying shook her head, "No."

"Then why did you come to this place all of a sudden?"

"Lan Chen mentioned this place, so let's take a look."

"You still say he didn't ask you to come here?" Mu Yuansheng didn't realize how resentful his tone was.

Meng Ying faced him and blinked, "Are you jealous?"

Mu Yuansheng realized that he had lost his composure just now, so he quickly adjusted his mood and said coldly, "No."

"Would you be jealous if I said I came because he asked me to come?"

"Whatever you want." Mu Yuansheng stopped looking at her.

What is he jealous of? He's just not happy about being an errand runner.

Lanchen... Huh, he still has friends!

Meng Ying pursed her lips, "Oh, I'm such a poor man. My husband doesn't care or love me. My heart seems to be buried in a snowdrift in the cold winter months, and it's so cold."

Mu Yuansheng: "..."

Seeing that he still ignored her, Meng Ying took out her mobile phone and dialed Lanchen in front of him.

Then he turned on the speakerphone, hung Mu Yuansheng's hand, and fixed Mu Yuansheng's eyes after the other side answered.

"Lan Meili, what are you doing?" Meng Ying's voice was as soft as the wind, always so soft and intoxicating.

"Clubhouse." Lanchen asked, "What's wrong?"

Meng Ying hooked Mu Yuansheng's shoulders, her fingers once again outlined the contours of his face, and lightly pinched his tight jawline from time to time.

Mu Yuansheng wanted to leave, but he wanted to hear what they had to say.

"I said Lan was beautiful. I thought we were friends and we could treat each other honestly. But what you did was a little unkind." Meng Ying smiled like a flower, brighter than the sun that had just cleared the clouds, and the faint wintersweet on her body The fragrance seemed to be mixed into his breath, inhaled into his lungs, conquering him bit by bit.

Looking at this face, Mu Yuansheng always relied on himself to be indifferent and ascetic, but now the gap was hard to fill.