See You Tonight, My Evil Husband

"What do you ask me to do? My name sounds good, doesn't it? My father got it. My mother said that this name is the only thing my father left me. Although I haven't seen him, it really sounds good, doesn't it? It doesn't mean he loves me, does it? Why don't you say I haven't seen him..."

Jiang Shijin lowered her head, smiled while eating, and chattered endlessly.

Mu Xiaoran suddenly saw her four years ago. At that time, she said what she wanted to say and did what she wanted to do. He only needed to see with his eyes whether he was in a good or bad mood.

But now she hides everything, smiles happily and smiles sadly.

Even owed a lot of money, even in the event of a car accident, there was not much sadness.

Originally, he wanted to make her sleep with fatigue every day. In fact, he did haunt her again and again every night.

But now calm down and think whether she can sleep well without him.

"Mu Xiaoran."

Suddenly Jiang Shijin called his name, gently, as if he had something serious to say.

"Yes."

"Why did you come back?" Jiang Shijin leaned back in her chair and looked at something empty.

Why did she come back to break her peaceful life? She just wanted to live a common life.

A trace of sadness flashed in Mu Xiaoran's deep eyes, and then asked, "don't you want me to come back?"

Do you want to? No.

Don't you want to? Yes.

Jiang Shijin's heart is tangled. Although she is very confused, the more this time, the clearer the most real idea in her heart.

"Jiang hour, do you know that every day in the past four years, I miss you very much, very much, very much..."

He leaned on the back of the chair in the same position as her, looked in the direction of her eyes, and opened his mouth again: "I think why don't you stick to it, I think why do you want to escape, I think why can you give up me, and I think whether you thought of me when I miss you..."

Every night without her in the past, he fell asleep in all kinds of thoughts. Sometimes he fell asleep in the depths of love.

At that time, mu Xiaoran tried his best to make money. He wanted to tell Jiang Shijin that even if he didn't rely on his family, even if he didn't have a penny as the foundation, he could give her the life she wanted and give her enough sense of security.

So he not only studies, but also learns the best, not only works, but also does his best.

In a short time, he went from penniless to millions.

He thought these could keep the women around him, but

"Well, I'm dizzy." Jiang Shijin's eyes were more blurred, her head was also very heavy, and unconsciously leaned against her shoulder.

Mu Xiaoran let her lean against her and suddenly smiled: "have you ever thought of me?"

"Yes." I think so.

But because she wanted to, she had a very painful life in recent years. She tangled between rationality and sensibility every day, telling herself that she couldn't think, shouldn't think, can't think.

But thinking is thinking, thinking, thinking.

After getting a satisfactory answer, mu Xiaoran asked, "Jiang hour, do you still love me?"

Love, good love.

Jiang Shijin closed her eyes and said in her heart: but I can't tell you.

Mu Xiaoran didn't wait for an answer. Then he turned his head and looked at her little face. His eyes were red and closed, as if he were asleep.

"Jiang Shijin, why don't you go to bed early and late? Do you know you missed my big event!"

He complained helplessly, but the corners of his mouth gradually raised a smile, and his warm hand gently brushed her ruddy cheek: "I love you so much, I seem to love you more than before, so in the future, you will stay by my side in good order. Don't want to know? Anyway, even if you want, I won't let you succeed."

Mu Xiaoran smiled more and held her cold little hand tighter in the palm of her hand: we're married, so you can't escape.

Jiang Shijin was confused. She heard mu Xiaoran talking and heard the content of his words clearly. She told herself to remember it so that she wouldn't forget it when she got up the next morning.

But the next morning.

When the sun shone on her face and her eyes hurt, Jiang Shijin was awakened by a headache again.

Instinctively, she rubbed her temples with her hand: "it hurts."

Mu Xiaoran had dressed neatly and came out of the bathroom with his hair combed meticulously.

"Today is your first day at work. You won't be late!"

"What time is it?"

"Seven o'clock." he paused, "fifty-nine."