"Because I miss you so much, it's easy to get into trouble." Meng Huailang said, casting a cold glance at the men chatting around him.
When these men saw their husbands coming, even if they wanted to come up and say something, they didn't have the nerve to continue coming.
Joanne smiled faintly and followed Meng Huailang into the car.
She didn't plan to settle the score with Meng Huailang at the airport.
This man has a very small mind. If he loses face here, there is no telling what this man will do.
After the car started, Joanne glanced at Meng Huailang from the corner of her eye and asked, "I brought a nice song. Can I play it for you to listen to?"
"Okay, as long as you like it, I will like it." Meng Huailang still had the expression of an affectionate husband.
Joanne's eyes flashed with disgust and disappointment, the corners of her lips curled up, and then she connected her phone to the Bluetooth on the car.
Then clicked on the music player.
This is a weird song with some strange styles, but the lyrics are very ironic.
Joanne wanted to give Meng Huailang a chance at last, so she wanted to sing to him.
When the music started playing, Meng Huailang deliberately lowered the car window to let the night wind blow into the car.
The gentle night wind and the weird song were whispering in Joanne's ears:
"The Rakshasa Kingdom is twenty-six thousand miles eastward, passing through the yellow mud land three inches across the burnt sea, only for there to be a river.
The river flows through Gou Gou Ying, and the head of Gou Gou Ying's fork pole is called Ma Hu. The ten-mile flower farm has a famous name. She has two ears next to her shoulders and a three-hole nose. She turns her head before she speaks, and squats in her nest every day to pick up eggs. Come on, the old fanzui has thought he was a chicken for most of his life. The horse owner didn't know he was a donkey, and the bird didn't know he was a chicken. Goulan always acted elegant. Since ancient times, his father-in-law has a great reputation. He came from the west. There was a young man named Ma Ji. He was a handsome and handsome son of China. He was boating in the sea and fighting against the wind and waves for others. He traveled on the dangerous shoals and lived in bad places. He saw that the country of Rakshasa was often upside down. Ma Hu liked to listen to the birds. The song, the rooster crows in the morning, half of the lintel is framed with true love, it has red wings with black painted skin, green embroidered cockscomb with gold hoofs, but coal eggs are always black when they are born, no matter how you wash them It's also a dirty thing. The horse doesn't know it's a donkey, and the bird doesn't know it's a chicken. How can a pig or a dog be like a painting? How can it be as good as it is? It has a red wing and a black painted skin.
Green embroidered cockscomb with gold hoofs..."
There was something obviously sarcastic in this song. Joanne's fingers tapped lightly on the car window, slowly beating the rhythm.
She seemed to enjoy the music.
But Meng Huailang knew that her so-called enjoyment was just to let her hear it on purpose, to let him see it and have thoughts about him.
The car finally stopped at the villa the two bought at the time.
The villa has always retained Joanne's favorite decoration, with a simple Mediterranean style from head to toe.
Joanne was still humming the song softly when she got out of the car.
She hummed as she walked, and when she finally entered the villa, she suddenly stopped. Then she looked back at Meng Huailang and asked word by word:
"Meng Huailang, what do you think of the song I gave you? Is there anything you want to say to me?"
Meng Huailang chuckled softly, "Let's drink something first. Your favorite juice is prepared here. I grew it all outside. I will always take what you like very seriously."
After saying that, the man ignored Joanne's reaction and walked straight into the kitchen.
Hearing the sound of juicing, Joanne lit a cigarette and sat quietly on the sofa without saying a word.
The white smoke lingered on the woman's delicate face, making her look even more charming.
She kept staring at the paintings on the wall.
Every oil painting here was personally selected by her, and many of them represent the friendship between Ye Ranran and her.
The painting is well preserved.
Meng Huailang came out with a glass of mango juice, followed Joanne's gaze and said with a smile:
"I carefully preserve the paintings you like. So, don't worry."
"You saved my paintings, but you didn't take good care of my people, and you didn't work hard for my people."
"It's not...I...I've been working hard for you." After saying that, Meng Huailang knelt directly in front of Joanne as before.
His eyes were full of hot light.
He seemed to have regarded Joanne as the sun and loved her very much.
Joanne pursed her lips, feeling that this man's eyes were deceptive.
She was deceived by him like this when she was pretending to be a little white flower.
But who would have thought that such a little white flower would hurt Ye Ranran's daughter.
"I don't want to hear your hypocritical remarks. Tell me... what did you do to Ye Ranran? Were you directly responsible for Xiao Tangyuan's death?" Joanne was not questioning, but affirming.
Meng Huailang thought that Joanne would question him, but he didn't expect that she would immediately blame him for all these things.
He frowned and said sadly: "In your eyes, am I that crazy and crazy person who would hurt a child?"
"You are selfish, you are willful, and you never allow yourself to fail." Joanne put out her cigarette, stared coldly at the man in front of her, and said word by word:
"So... you won't allow Ye Ranran's children or you. You will only hurt innocent people again and again for your own rights."
"I want to say that I was not involved in the little glutinous rice balls. But you firmly believe that I was involved. This... is my sorrow." With that, Meng Huailang stopped pretending. He stood up and put away the little wolf dog's He looked like he was suddenly smiling evilly.
He snorted hard twice, and then said: "Baby, do you know... how jealous I am of Ye Ranran's family? You love the house as much as you, even Ye Ranran's daughter. But I... have nothing. I have. I am your husband and your pillow. Why are you so cruel to me?"
"Have I told you before that as long as you don't act like a monster and don't act recklessly, I can accept you as your husband. But what do you do, do you still need me to remind you carefully?" Joanne only said to Meng Huailang disappointment.
This man still feels that someone else is at fault.
"And you lied to me. You clearly know that I don't like people using masks on me, but how did you do it? Is your face your own?"
Faced with Joanne's accusation, Meng Huailang only felt aggrieved, "It's because I love you and I just want you to like me, so I use a face that looks more like Ye Ranran. Do you think that as a man, I go for plastic surgery? How glorious is that? To me, it’s scary and sad! You know?”
