An Qing always liked to pretend, and every time he faced Jiang Tang, he looked like a weak little white flower.
But this time she couldn't help it anymore. She raised her voice on the phone and said angrily, "What did you do, Jiang Tang? Let me ask you, what did you and Ah Chen do?"
Jiang Tang turned around and sat on the sofa. His depressed mood suddenly improved, "What have you done? What else can a husband and wife do that consumes energy?"
An Qing seemed to have jumped, "Jiang Tang, are you still shameless?"
Jiang Tang even laughed, "You are a mistress, what qualifications do you have to say this to me?"
An Qing choked on her words and unconsciously said, "Ah Chen, he doesn't even..."
Jiang Tang leaned back with a lazy posture, "Don't talk to me about love or not. Why doesn't he divorce me if he loves you? To put it bluntly, you are not important, so you are just there to hypnotize yourself."
Then she added, "Don't talk about divorce. He can't even stop touching me for you. An Qing, I really wonder if those nights you two were together were just chatting under a quilt."
An Qing could no longer care so much and screamed over the phone, "Jiang Tang, just wait for me, I won't let you go."
Waste, she can only stay there and rage.
Jiang Tang hung up the phone, stood up, walked to the kitchen, and poured a glass of water.
She leaned on the cooking table, her legs were weak and she was still a little uncomfortable. She was tortured hard by Lu Chen.
That bitch didn't know where his temper came from, so he tried to talk to Lu Nian about something.
She and Lu Nian had never exchanged a few words, and she didn't know what evil wind he was having.
After standing here for a while, I heard Lu Chen coming downstairs.
The phone was still thrown on the sofa. He picked it up and looked at it, then threw it back to its original place, and then headed towards the kitchen.
He was wearing boxer briefs, he came over carelessly, took the cup from Jiang Tang's hand, raised his head and drank the rest.
Jiang Tang was stunned and reflexively reached out to take the cup back.
As a result, Lu Chen pushed it to her again and said, "Pour me another glass."
He is really used to it.
Jiang Tang turned around and put the quilt on the cooking table. There was a thud, which made Lu Chen turn to look at her.
I don't know if he felt better after venting his anger, but he didn't feel angry at all. Instead, he took the cup and poured a glass of water.
Like Jiang Tang, he leaned on the cooking table, showing a leisurely and leisurely manner.
Jiang Tang couldn't help but remind him, "Miss An just called you. I answered the last one."
Lu Chen drank the water, put down the cup, and took a long breath, "I saw it."
Jiang Tang added, "I told the truth about some things, which probably made her angry. Do you want to make a phone call to comfort her?"
Lu Chen frowned, but did not answer the question. Instead, he said, "What are you having for dinner?"
Eat, eat, eat, eat your shit.
Jiang Tang didn't bother to talk to him, so he walked out of the kitchen and went straight upstairs.
When I walked to the stairs on the second floor, I heard Lu Chen's voice. It was quite calm. It didn't sound like a warning, but more like a reminder, "Don't mess with Qingqing. If anything happens, come at me. I won't care this time, but if anything happens, Once she feels uncomfortable, you can't even think about it."
Jiang Tang sneered. He was so embarrassed to say, when had she ever felt better?
Lu Chen waited for Jiang Tang to return to the room, then picked up the phone and dialed An Qing.
The call came almost instantly, and Lu Chen spoke first, "Qingqing."
